Absence makes the heart grow fonder.....or not

Late last week one of the grandmothers (they have three.....don't ask) called out of the clear blue and asked if the minis had plans for the weekend. "Why no, no they do not. Why do you ask?"

My brain automatically shot adrenaline through my body and my hands were twitching in anticipation of the next question.......

"Could I come and get them for the weekend?"

Wait a minute.....did you say WEEKEND? Like ALL weekend? Like two whole days of mini-free bliss-dom?

"Could I bring them now?.....hahahahaha.....just kidding"(sort of)

I was almost skipping Friday morning into Storage to drop of Little One imagining what I would do with all my free time over the weekend.

It was fantastic. It was a wonderful much needed break and vacation for me and for them. I had fun, hung out with friends, went out to dinner both nights, stayed up and out late...partied a little with our neighbors and friends and just generally had a fantastic time. I laid in bed watching Lifetime for a couple hours Sunday, cleaned and laundered. Changed sheets in peace and grocery shopped without whining, crying, reaching, pulling, throwing, kicking, flailing babies standing in and on carts. It was awesome.

About 4:00pm Sunday afternoon it hit me like a ton of bricks......I missed them. I was ready for them to come home.

and then they came home

what was I thinking?