So it begins. Evening playtime with the B-hive is sacred, regardless of how tired we are or how busy we've been.
And we've been busy; even the Mama is taking on some new work projects beyond the woefully underpaid child-raising. (I have put in a good word for her, though.)
Being busy for me means more time away from home, and 2012 is shaping up to be just that.
Considering we're still 6 million jobs in the hole, we're very thankful we can provide for our family. Amen, pass the work please.
Seeing and talking with my girls and the Mama on Skype or FaceTime video calls is great when traveling for business, but it's not the same as running around the house rough housing with the girls and the girls giggling and chasing each other as well (which they're doing more of now).
Rounding out the day bonding in B-hive honey love makes the time away worth it, although there's a point when the wayward silence of a hotel room breeds more loneliness than I can bear.
Queue the blues harp, Bea.