So my parents are in town. They arrived yesterday and will be here for two weeks helping with Quinn during his gap between summer day camp and the new school year. But having my mom here doesn’t only mean that Quinn has his “Goggy”. It means that I come home from work to a happy child, an emptied-out dishwasher, clean laundry and a hot meal on the table. It’s absolute bliss.

Tonight she made Mediterranean (turkey) Meatloaf, roasted butternut squash, carrots & peppers and spinach salad. Delish! And there were leftovers. I love leftovers. So much.

But I do get really lazy when she’s here. I take full advantage of all the extra household help. Is that so wrong? In the end I pay for it anyway — in the form of withdrawal after she leaves. I seriously revert back to how I felt as a new mom.

My mom stayed with us for nearly a month after Quinn was born. She did all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry. She was amazing. I just sat on the sofa with my new baby and breastfed and pumped like a dairy cow. When she left I went into a panic. How was I ever going to manage keeping this child alive in addition to everything else required of life??? You mean I have to take him with me to buy groceries? How does one do this? Honestly.

And now, when she’s been to visit for any length of time, I revert right back into that same panic-stricken state after she leaves. You mean I have to get Quinn up and ready in the morning, pack his lunch, drop him off at school, go to work, pick him up from school, come home, make dinner, do a load of laundry, give him a bath and put him to bed? Are you kidding me? Is that even possible? Okay, now I’m breaking out in a cold sweat.

Well, I’ve got two weeks of maternal magic to enjoy and you better believe I will.