Alone in my own house.

Chris took off yesterday for a Radiology conference at University of Utah. A couple of months ago he proposed the idea that he take Luke and Megan to Utah with him, and they could stay with Grandma and Grandpa during the day while he was gone. I paused to think about it while Chris continued... "You'll be all alone during the day while the big kids are at school." That's all it took. Chris' parents were thrilled with the idea and I can't even describe how excited Megan has been. She's been counting down the days for a month and has been asking, "When is my special trip with Dad?"... "When is five days over?" ... "When is it Sunday?" ... "Which Grandma and Grandpa am I going to see again?" She helped me pack her suitcase with bags full of outfits so she could dress herself (and hopefully match), she helped fold laundry, she picked out new coloring books and crayons for the plane ride, she put all of her hair clips in a bag, she tried telling Luke all about their adventure but he wouldn't listen, and she told the big kids "I'm going to see Rob and Kayla!" So exciting!

So here I am, Monday morning, alone in my own house while the big kids are at school. I think I'll eat breakfast without the Backyardigans. I think I'll scrapbook. I think I'll read my scriptures in silence. I think I'll blog. I think I'll shower and get ready uninterrupted. I think I'll eat Fudge Oreo cookies without sharing or even sneaking them out of the pantry. I think I'll straighten the family room and enjoy it clean for the whole day. I think I'll flip through magazines over lunch. I think I'll take a nap. I think I'll call Chris and tell him I love him. Alone in my own house... feels like I'm in heaven.