I was away from the kids for a couple days for the first time ever last weekend. Two things were confirmed for me:

1. Without having little kids and the attendant constant chores, there are vast, huge quantities of time in the day. It was downright luxurious to move so freely. A lot of my normal drudgery was gone and everything was suddenly shockingly easy

2. I missed them painfully. My longing for them translated to a strong urge to coo over all babies and toddlers I saw. I suspect I will be like this for the rest of my life. I overflow with general affection for the universal baby. And mine in particular I love so so so much