It is nice to be home. However, there are still signs of the fire. You can see lit in the hills, and the smokey smell lingers on and off each day. Usually once a week when my son has his boy scout meeting, I like to go out by myself for a little while. I am trying to get into the habit of stopping by the adoration chapel just for thirty minutes. When I stopped by the other night, a sign said it was closed due to smoke. So I just drive around a bit and talked to God. I am sure God understands. However, I do hope the chapel opens again soon. When one has loud, boisterous children at home, the peace and quiet of adoration is just the right way to decompress and get into tune with God again.
My toddler is getting closer and closer to weaning each day. He just started sleeping through the night less than a month ago. Before then, he always woke to nurse once or twice a night. We co-sleep. Now he has gone twenty four hours without nursing. If I wasn't pregnant, I think this would be harder on me and more emotional. Nursing had been such a large part of my life for almost my whole adult life.