Even mommies need a break sometimes, so this past weekend, I took off for Chicago to spend some time with Becca, and to get some time away from my much beloved, loud and obnoxious family. Gigi and Grizz and Sara handled the kids on Thursday after I got on the plane, and Tim had them the rest of the weekend, with some help from Mimi and Pa. He reports that everything went well, but that on Saturday after two parties, he was really exhausted. Rearing children is exhausting, but not exactly intellectually stimulating. Meanwhile, I slept in, didn't have to make my own breakfast (one morning I ate an apple, one morning Brian went and got bagels, and Sunday morning Brian made pancakes and hash browns and coffee while Becca and I laid in bed with the cats) and we spent most of our time eating, shopping and talking smack. Oh, and on Friday night I got to sit around a chimera and drink four Miller Lites with a bunch of their Buckeye and Sconnie friends.
Sunday night I got off the plane and the kids came running, screaming to me. It was very sweet. They had been fed and bathed at Mimi and Poppy's house, so all we needed to do was snuggle while we waited for my bag, and then came home to bed time. I was pleased that they have taken me back without too much protest - I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Wednesday before I left, Ellie and I had quite the fun time farting through my closet.