When the going gets tough, run home to mom

Joe left Thursday night for New Orleans.  He's there for the weekend for a bachelor party.  And all I've got to say is thank God for family.  I was planning on leaving to drive up to my mom's house for the weekend on Friday night, but some unforeseen circumstances happened and I had to leave Thursday.  I drove the kids up to my in-laws for the day and then made my way over to my mom's for the night.  We'll be here all weekend and I am  just so grateful that when Joe is not home I'm only an hour drive from loved ones.

I have friends whose husbands travel over the weekends and they don't have family to go to.  When we're at my mom's she gives us her master-bedroom, my in-laws do the same.  We are taken care of, food is made for us...as I was writing this post Liam woke up from a dead sleep with a terrible cough that led him into the bathroom to throw up.  This of course woke Marlo up since we're all in the same room.  And my mom was right there to help - we each put one baby back to bed.

I hope my children return home to me as adults in their time of need.