I just read over my last post and I can't believe I neglected to mention the two tea bags and the three purses I found in Sierra's bed! The purses were hers, but I have no idea about the tea bags.
Tomorrow my family comes home. I think I'm ready to have them back. I've learned many things from my time alone. I've learned that it is possible to keep my kitchen sink clean. I now know that I would need at least two more weeks to get the children's rooms straightened. I know I prefer having my husband and kids handle the cat feeding and helping with the litter box. I think the cats also need the kids around in order to get enough exercise. Well, except for Dusty, who escaped daily for a run around the house. And I can definitely think better in a quiet home, but I miss leaning over and sharing a thought with my husband or one of the children. It's hard to bounce ideas off of the cats.
Most of all, I miss the sounds of laughter. As much I can laugh by myself, I enjoy sharing life's funny moments with the people I love. Hearing them laugh makes me happy.