And What Was Mom Doing?

In addition to attending a great reading conference I: finished two books, watched two entire movies, slept through the night, and ate meals without reminding someone to please finish their peas/asking someone to move their milk farther away from the edge of the table/cajole someone into eating what was served/or shovel food in my mouth before someone fell apart and needed to be put into jammies/put into bed/put into timeout. Did I feel guilty about these pleasures? Yeah, a bit. But I reminded myself how infrequently I get the above luxuries. While I missed my husband and all of the kids like crazy (no... really... I did... I swear!), Brian's blog kept me feeling in the action, made me laugh, and made me appreciate my freedom even more- while also reminding me that I was going home to a pretty amazing guy and three wonderful kids.

I was greeted at the airport last night with three children, each with a rose for me. Am I spoiled or what? After hugs and kisses all around my poor, harried husband let me know in no uncertain terms that I better not die because if I do he will either have to marry again within days, have his mom move in with him, or send at least one of the children to boarding school. He made it look easy, though. All the laundry was done and the house was CLEAN. I am pretty sure he missed his calling as Mr. Mom.

I guess things were interesting right up until the moment I walked off the plane as, of course, Jake had to go to the bathroom upon arriving at the airport so Brian was pushing Faith (screaming) in her stroller while trying to keep Tanner from rolling around on the men's room floor and repeatedly asking Jake to hurry up with the pooping already. Three separate men commented: "Looks like you have your hands full there!". Yeah... you think???

In any case, everyone survived the weekend no worse for wear. Brian definitely earned some big time brownie points. I think the best thing to come out of it was me understanding how hard it is to go away and Brian understanding why it's so hard for me when HE goes away! That.... or maybe the fact that I got to drink my morning coffee and read my morning paper in peace for three mornings in a row.