This weekend Matt and I are enjoying our quarterly kids-free weekend that my mom and her husband give us. Once every season we drop the kids off on a Friday night and they get brought back to us Sunday afternoon. It's a time to reconcile, relax, rest, drink wine, eat out and enjoy some peace and quiet... and a clean house.
After a seriously rough week, I dropped those boys off so fast but left with a heavy heart and a million thoughts racing through my mind... I won't miss them. I'm so glad I don't have to do bed time for the next two nights. I'm so mean... no THEY are mean. Max is disrespectful. I'm tired of Gabriel's whining.... I'm tired of the constant mess... I'm a horrible mom! I'm not fun. I don't do enough. I don't bring them to do fun things. They are always bored. How the hell am I going to survive spring break next week?!? They ARE sweet, sometimes... I will miss them... but seriously how will I survive next week?
I got home and one of my favorite friends and fellow boy-moms of three sent me a great link to an article by Jen Hatmaker. Read it here. You'll be glad that you did. It reminded me that YES I WILL SURVIVE this parenting thing, and spring break. And maybe I should find some Tab.
They will survive. I will survive. #Jesustakethewheel
Here is how we have been surviving lately:
|They discovered how to scale the hall walls. Great. This|
counts as magical childhood right?
|Eli is loving Big Hero 6 lately.|
|Gabriel and his fashion sense: plaid, stripes and cowboy boots.|
|Look who got glasses!|
|I'm not sure what this G.I. Joe is about to get into.|
|Heck yes we celebrated Dairy Queen's 75th anniversary with free cones in 40 degree weather.|
|I had to throw this one in: All the Gaitan kids after grandpa Gil's funeral.|
David and Sam are happy individuals, I swear....
There just weren't any pictures with them smiling.