“I’ll just bring them by Monday." said my father-in-law.
Our stunned silence must have thrown him for a loop.
“Is that ok?”
“Yes! That would be great!”
Now I know what you’re thinking. No, you can’t have my in-laws. They’re all mine. Plus, we would end up in some weird Sister Wives scenario and as much as I enjoy the show, I’m just not down with that. There are easier ways of finding a great sitter than turning to polygamy.
We met our friends for dinner and went to see Bill Maher at the Brady Theater. I can already hear the collective moan from my conservative friends. If it makes you feel any better my seat was very uncomfortable and I had a spring in my right butt cheek the entire time.
I went to bed that night thinking about how glorious it will be to sleep in. Then I woke up at 7:30 like always. Turns out the kids have my circadian rhythm trained.
I decided I would watch State of the Union on CNN, my Sunday morning ritual. I thought it would be nice to watch it in under 2 hours this time. With various demands for previously mentioned chocolate milk, waffles, settling disputes over who looked at who’s toy funny or the ever popular I’ve-just-yelled-your-name-for-1-minute-straight-but-now-that-I-have-your-attention-I’ve-forgotten-what-I-was-going-to-ask-you, it normally takes me that long with all the pausing. That day I watched it in one and a half hours. Alright so I still paused. But it was for adult things like coffee and peeing by myself.
I had plans of cleaning the house. I was going to organize the playroom. I was going to read my book. Instead I did a lot of napping and watching of crap T.V. Turns out that when the kids are away things mostly just stay the same. It’s just that those things are quieter and don’t involve refilling chocolate milk.