I had the travel show out west where I left kids for a day w/ nanny and family. Since I’ve been home, I’m working every day from the house. I’ve been in the studio that my husband built me upstairs on the 3rd floor. my days start early with workouts and then I head upstairs to begin writing and recording. I guess I should feel lucky because I get to work at home. I mean, my kids are right here. however, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with them. though it’s just been 3 days, I haven’t had the chance to take Noah to school or to put the boys to bed. my husband has been a true champ as well as my nanny and my mom. they all come to help during the day. but I still miss the kids. I go into Noah’s room after bedtime and talk to him. I probably shouldn’t, but, I just want to hear his little voice and the stories he has to tell me. it keeps him up past bedtime and makes him a little groggy in the morning. maybe it’s selfish, but I enjoy his stories.
today while we were editing the video, my co-writer was working at the computer and I got a chance to make Valentine’s Day cards with Noah. that been the best part of my week. I need to work. I have to get my new record done. There are so many things that are waiting to happen when it’s finished. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do. I am grateful every day that I get to do what I love for a living. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my kids. even though they’re just a few feet away.