Seven whole days (in my Toni Braxton voice). The girls were out from Friday to Monday. They enjoyed semi-later mornings and days that ranged from outright nothingness to fun on the train and at a museum with daddy. They had a movie date with my dad and niece. By Saturday we were lessening the amount of TV so that the coming week wouldn’t be too much of a struggle since they don’t watch during the week.
I’m told Tuesday morning didn’t go as horribly as I thought it would (them not wanting to get up, daddy not wanting to hear anything about them not wanting to get up, them moving in slow motion, daddy telling them to get their stuck buttons off of slow motion). Children are more resilient than we give them credit for; I’m still trying to get my own button off of slow motion in the morning and I never want to get up. But I’m enjoying leaving work before 4:00, especially now that the sun is trying to remain a regular in my life.
As for Easter, I cooked all day and enjoyed every minute of it. I didn’t make it to church with daddy and the kids because my niece was there and our truck only seats five. But, it gave us a chance to talk about the plight of today’s teenager (oh, the horror and unfairness of being told to be quiet in class!). Dinner was scheduled for 5:00, we ate at 6:15 (shocking!). It was immensely satisfying to have both families come together to laugh, remember, and just be. It also solidifies my belief that we need to do it more often, holidays-only be damned.
Next up, Memorial Day. Someone needs to clean our grill.