One year later, I am back at home.  And these two are a big reason why.

Believe it or not, the only people who gave me a hard time about returning to my WAHM status, however, were them.  They still haven’t acknowledged it.  They won’t admit that they enjoy their clean clothes ready for them before school, dinner being properly cooked at a reasonable time, or my proud face in the audience of their school presentations.  They haven’t even asked how my day was or if I miss work.

I promise they aren’t rotten.

They know that I loved my job.  I loved the company I was working for.  I loved that I had a purpose outside of the house.  And most of all, I loved the friends that I made.

They knew that.

And they didn’t want me to lose those things.

They are kind, aware young men.

But being home has reminded me that they fight.

Oh my gosh.  They fight.  Last week, the one on the left elbowed his twin so hard that he gave his baby tooth all it needed to beckon the tooth fairy that night.  Just yesterday, the one on the right was holding a toilet paper stand over his head aiming at his brother’s melon because he had crossed his eyes at him.  What?!  I don’t remember these things of my youth.

Well, maybe the elbowing.

Those things aside, they also brushed my hair this morning, and smiled for this picture.  Colin thanked me for knowing where his shoes were.  Sam told me I was pretty.

So, while they fight, and they seem angry that I am back to my working-from-home state, there isn’t any place else I’d rather be.