Tonight the return part is easy. "Return" is what I'm not quite ready to do yet. My house is full of tween girls: my two and a friend for each of them. I left my husband home to deal with it all and slipped out for a rare night of grown-up company. I have left the party at my friend's house, now, but I'm not quite ready to head home just yet. It is 10 p.m. my time, day two of NaBloPoMo, and I haven't written my post. I could try to slip quietly into the house and hope nobody notices as I sneak up the stairs to my writing chair, but I just can't risk it. Chances are somebody will want me for something, and that will lead to something else, and then ... Well, you know how it goes.
So I'm hiding out at a local fast food joint that is trying (half successfully) to pass itself off as an Internet cafe. Free WiFi and no interruptions -- I'm not complaining!
But soon I'll be heading back to all that young energy, and I will be glad. I like having a house full of girls. I like being the house of sleepovers.
This is another return, of sorts, for us. When Ashley first moved in with us, we had to take a break from such things for while. The dynamic of our family was just too unstable initially for any inclusion of outside friends. Incorporating an 8-year-old child with a trauma history into your family is no easy task. A lot of people are hesitant to adopt from foster care, and I understand the hesitation. It isn't easy. 100% worth it -- but not easy.
But now, we are the house of sleepovers again. And Ashley has just called me on the phone asking when I will be home. So, I guess it is in fact time for me to return.