I Swear I Love My Kids

I love my kids. I really do. I never thought that I would be worth a darn as a parent but I think I do ok. And I would do ANYTHING for them, as I'm sure most parents would. But there is something so nice, so satisfying, so surreal......when the house is quiet because the kids are at Murmur's.

I don't have babies anymore. They can shower themselves, they can brush their own teeth, they do chores, they get their own homework done (for the most part). But they still ask a million questions. And they fight. And they just seem to be able to find the one thing in the midst of a blissful evening that can annoy the bajeezus out of you. (Yes, bajeezus is a word.)

So my wonderful mother, this saint that regularly agrees to take my children for weekends (or months) at a time, took them to her house for the holiday weekend. I got home from work tonight and the house was quiet. Brandon and I got to have a discussion without someone slowly scooting in front of our face with their hand raised waiting to say something that was incredibly unimportant and required no urgency. We went to dinner, had the chance to sit in the bar, and the entire bill was only $25. We haven't been asked to play video games. We haven't been asked for something to eat....again. We don't have to look at pouty faces when we say it's time for bed.

I love you Mom. Thank you for giving us a break and saving Brandon's sanity. I love you kids - I'm just really relishing that you're gone right now.