I’m not sure if that’s a scream or a sigh.
I got invited on a spur of the moment road trip by my bestie to visit my bestie in Louisville, Kentucky. With her two boys (8 & 7) and my five year old, we set out on Friday morning.
It. took. for. ever. to cross Illinois. It. took. even. longer to cross Indiana. But finally we made it!
We had lots of time for girl talk.
We went to the zoo.
We went out to eat.
We went shopping in a hoity-toity part of town. ( I didn’t buy anything, but it was fun to look!)
We went to a great service at church.
We watched movies.
We hung out.
We had a fabulous time!
The drive home was much better–I don’t know what the difference was, but it seemed to be a lot shorter than the 8 hours it took. I got an amazingly lot of knitting done. It was so good to see my littles again.
Of course, that was before the 45 minute tantrum by the boy and the whinging and sneaking frosting and pillow losing by the girl and the noticing the sheer dirtiness of the floors and the make-me-puke toilet.
Kevin had to work almost all weekend so the kids were farmed out to my mom, his mom, his sister, my sister, and our neighbor.
I’m pretty sure they would have gotten away with anything short of starting a fire in each other’s hair.
But I’m so grateful for the time away, I don’t even care. I love knowing we have people in our lives we can depend on.