Finally

Husband is at long last done with having to travel to Atlanta every weekend to deal with his parents' estate. The house now officially belongs to a young, childless couple, empty of 35+ years of Husband's parents' accumulated stuff. Everything is either here at our house, sold at the estate sale, or in boxes in a storage unit, with a couple of furniture items in long-term storage with Husband's uncle in Tennessee. My dear spouse really needs a break now, and is going to take one. While he does need to go through the boxed things that are in storage at some point, right now he's going to take some much-needed time to just relax at home and hang out with me and baby Bean and Sister.

I really need a break, too, I have to admit. I've been reluctant to say to Husband just how stressed out I've been with him gone nearly every weekend for the last 2 months, leaving me here alone with the kids for 3 or 4 days each time. It's been very hard on us here, though I felt that to tell him so would only add to his heavy mental load. I reached my personal limit this weekend, but managed not to completely wig out on him when he returned last night because I knew that this was going to be the last time. I just managed it. Came this close (holding thumb and forefinger just millimeters apart)...

So there it is. We can get on with normal life again, I think, though I almost forget what that feels like. It's been a loooooong 2 months, y'all.