Today is my last day in Dublin.
Tomorrow morning I’m on a plane to Marseille and headed back to Le Petit Village life (and regularly scheduled blog posts).
The Husband is excited, he doesn’t do ‘alone’ very well. Since I’ve been gone, Baby Cousin, The Gypsy, and The Spaniard, have all slept over.
(can’t you just see the pyjama party shenanigans; High School Musical sing-a-longs, feetsie jammies, and pillow fights galore!)
I fear Fifty has been very confused trying to figure out which one of the three house guests is his new mommy. Poor Fifty.
Note to self: no more solo trips over one week, it will save money on Fifty’s psychotherapy.