The hand-off

We’re coming to the end of my mother-in-law’s six-week stay with us. Tomorrow she heads back to France, and we likely won’t see her again until next year.

I don’t know what I’ll miss most – her company or her help.

I haven’t had to wash and sterilize bottles since the beginning of May. Same for dinner. And I’ve actually been able to get ready for work in the morning without worrying what bathroom drawer Ladybug would empty next.

But alas, all good things must come to an end.

I’m tired just thinking about it.