I just had the most amazing two days.
There was sleeping in. There was eating good food and not being interrupted to hand Matthew another strawberry. (That boy can annihilate a plate of fruit and I've seen the diapers to prove it.) There was lounging by the pool and not having to eagle eye watch our children because they are like moths to flames where water is concerned. There were long walks without stroller pushing, and staying out past 8:00 pm. It. Was. Wonderful.
And I discovered that two days is the perfect amount of time to be away from my kids. I started really missing them at about the 48 hour mark. Of course, it helped that when I called to check in on them on Monday my oldest son took the phone and said, "Hi. I love you. Good bye." He couldn't be bothered. He was busy playing, after all. Apparently Matthew wandered around with his lower lip out mumbling, "Dada," for a day but then he got over it. He played hard to get when he saw us last night. Turned a cold shoulder in our direction for a minute or two before reaching for me and barreling into my arms.
Two days away from my kids made me almost want another one. I said almost. Then I came home and I went grocery shopping and Matthew was in the front and Garrett was in the back and there was no where to put the groceries so where would I put a third kid? Right? I mean, I'd have to, like, tie the double stroller to the cart with a rope and drag the whole train behind me. Which, come to think of it, isn't exactly a bad idea.
Time away with The Husband=a very good idea. I owe a huge blogosphere thank you to our good friends who were willing to watch our boys. You guys are the best.
Garrett climbed into bed with us this morning, looked at me and said, "You're home from your vacation with daddy. Time for Tahoe!"
My thoughts exactly, son. My thoughts exactly. Unfortunately, Tahoe is still four weeks away.