It's been an interesting couple of weeks, to say the least. Big messes, broad smiles, new faces, good food, altered schedules, strange beds, and car trips galore.
We spent Christmas day and the day that followed with my parents, the next few days at home with visitors popping by a large percentage of the time, and then repeated the pattern for New Year's Eve and day. Thankfully, there was more room in my parents' house for overnight visitors by New Year's, and we took advantage. Nevermind that that meant both Tom and I rang in the new year attempting to comfort a screaming baby (yes, two different ones, so one for each).
I finally got my New Year's kiss last night, and made it back home for good (for awhile, anyway) this afternoon. And now, I'm trying to recapture some semblance of normal.
I'm not quite sure how much of it I want back, though. One major aspect of the last several days is how much I've released my usual grip on technology. My phone has been left, forgotten, on a shelf for large spans of time. My laptop has remained largely unopened. My negligence has meant missing out on random facebook developments and playing hooky from blogging, but it's been incredibly refreshing in return.
Of course, I won't kid myself. I've been able to easily let go because I've had so much going on (and so many other adults around) in my life to keep me better occupied. Once I'm back in the day-to-day and beginning to tire of the usual routines again, my phone will beckon. When I've spent a day full of almost nothing but the demands and trials (and occasional little miracles) that come with having three very young children, I'll feel more compelled to work out the stress across from a glaring computer screen at day's end.
For now, though, I'm cherishing the extra hands-on moments I've been able to experience without the hindrance of a smartphone, computer, or even camera (most of the time), and I'm hoping to be able to find a better balance in the future, even when my days have become all too predictable again.