it's sleep away camp
grandparents' house a good test
of thei(ou)r fortitude
My parents came today to take the wee one and wee-er one off to the wilds of Houston for a week. About four hours after they left my mom called and said, "Yeah, maybe next time we won't let the wee one get a Dr. Pepper when we stop for food."
It's going to be a fun week. I mean that both for real, and in a shoulder-punching you-don't-know-what-you're-in-for way. I can't wait to hear all the stories. And I can't wait to see how long the kids and grandparents last. Technically, I guess everyone is coming back here Friday or Saturday, but if they all show up on Wednesday I think the visit will still be considered a huge success.
So now, it's 9:39 pm and it is incredibly quiet in this house. Ike-a-saurus is asleep, the night nurse is due in about an hour, my husband is working at the computer, and no one is popping their little head out of a door upstairs asking for more water or different music or a brighter light or just one more book.
But also, woo!
If only we were able to schedule a nurse for Ike next week. I'd go to a spa or at least a bookstore or something. We do have a nurse tomorrow – so I can have root canal redone. Awesome.
It sure would be nice to be able to get together with my writing group a couple of times this week, too. Ah well, if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, I have two bedrooms to clean, toys to prune, and a baby to love on, so I think I can keep busy.
Must now go stock up on frozen peas for my face and internal fortitude to not miss the kids too much.
When they get back I want to go to sleep away camp. By myself. With room service. And black-out curtains.