




This is what it looks like for a busy mother to leave her family behind for nearly 3 weeks. A mobile above the crib, an oddity in a house where little sleeping is done in cribs; bottles, waiting in queue to be washed; bags of pre-made baby food for weekend trips, packaged and ready to pre-pack for my dear, busy, harried husband; notes on the children's schedules, their likes, their dislikes; menu ideas outside the bursting pantry that now holds 3 weeks worth of neatly packed groceries.
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