It's good to be home

Nadia and I spent last week in England visiting my sister and her family. Despite Nadia getting sick, we had a blast as the Hall family is very entertaining...I swear they need their own reality show. There were a couple of days where I laughed until I cried, my stomach burning from the pain. It was really good being around family, (it's still a little hard not being close to family and good friends) sitting around doing nothing. My sister and her husband still went to work and the kids went to school and daycare, so Nadie and I chilled during the day and counted down until the "clan" got home.

I was lucky enough to take my five year old nephew to the bus stop each morning and be there when he got off. It was kind of sad putting him on the bus the first day of school. All the other mothers were crying and taking pictures and then it started to to affect me as well. Last year he went to a British school and some of the kids gave him a really hard time about him being black and American. I mean, it was to the point that he didn't like being black anymore and he didn't like going places where there were "too many white people". This year, after only being in an American school for a week, he's getting his confidence back. Saturday he went to get a hair cut and he came home with a mohawk. It really looked cute on him and I was just happy that he felt that he was able to express himself without thinking what others will think of him.

I was also able to go out to a club for the first time in about 6 or 7 years. Yeah, it's really been that long...and I really wasn't missing much. What is it with some females going to clubs naked? I was thinking back to my club hopping days and I don't remember it being like this. I mean, we wore somewhat revealing clothing but these girls (young and old) were leaving NOTHING to the imagination. I felt both old and overdressed. Nontheless, I had a good time despite leaving my baby with my brother-in-law for the first time. I had to take a moment to myself at the club and cry and then it was PARTY TIME. Haha

Spending time with my twin sister is something that I always look forward to. We laughed, vented to eachother, and was just in awe that we both have our own little families. Growing up, I didn't like being a twin because we were always looked at as being one instead of individuals. Now I wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING in this world. I love her to peices!!! It's crazy now, because I hope to one day have twins.

Although I miss my sister and her family dearly, it's good to be back in my own home and sleeping in my own bed. Now I must do some serious cleaning...what was I thinking leaving a man home alone for a week and expecting the house to be sparkling clean when I returned? :)