When They Come Back

Most of you have heard that there is no shortage of good things happening in our family right now--

• Birdie's engagement (contest for the new SILs nickname is forthcoming).
• DoodleBug's graduation (which is Saturday--Happy Mother's Day to ME!).
• DoodleBug's upcoming trip to Europe!
• DoodleBug moving back home for a while...Wait, WHAT? 

Yep, I've got one back home.

My first discovery? I had adjusted to an empty nest.

My second discovery? It was easy to readjust to not having an empty nest.

That's right. It took 4 years to adjust to an empty nest and about one second to adjust to having one back home. Go figure.

Of course rearranging furniture sucked. So did finding room for all the stuff we don't have room for in our tiny house. But it's working out nicely.

It was easier when Birdie moved back in for just a few months because she had a storage unit.

DoodleBug's storage unit is our house.

And, there's another issue.

Having DoodleBug at home has resulted in a new television program addiction (and I would like to say that partial fault goes to Joyce at From This Side of the Pond for even talking about this program in the first place...Gee, thanks, Joyce). It's The Voice. We're hooked.

Every Monday and Tuesday night, DoodleBug snuggles up in my bed with me and Tucker (the husband ducks down into the man cave- which is usually safer than getting in the middle a girl time) and we watch (and critique) each singer--not harshly though because...well, you've never heard either of us try to carry a tune, so...

What attracted us? The coaches. We love them.

And then there's the whole time spent together. With one exception.

Let me interject a piece of information here: DoodleBug and I also spend time doing other things. Fitness related things. Her idea. Oh, fun.

No, really it is. Every other day we run. And then, on the off days, we run sprints. It's torture. Pure and simple. Afterwards, she makes sure I get in my 50 pushups.

See? Torture.

Ok. Back to the (now ritualistic) watching of The Voice. Before we snuggle down to watch, DoodleBug begins her (also now ritualistic...and evil) chanting of "Want a Frosty and some fries, Mom?/How about a Frosty and some fries, Mom?" Until I relent. And give her some money.

And then we eat. And snuggle down. And watch The Voice.

We've also solve many of the world's problems.

And Tucker might really enjoy getting his belly rubbed.

Furniture, Frosty and fries, snuggle time, fitness torture, television watching...daughters ROCK!