Monday, April 8, 2013

Alex LOVES When I Leave Town

I just returned from a quick trip to Chicago to meet my friend Kathryn's baby and see my girls. 

It was awesome.

Is there anything better than being with people you just genuinely LOVE? 

I suppose the answer to that is yes, because I'm around people I love all the time. 

In fact, I'm around three of them far too often at times, causing me to actually have to schedule a time to leave town.  Without them. 

Perhaps I meant people you genuinely LOVE, AND never ask you assist them in the bathroom unless you are also simultaneously laughing so hard you think you might explode or you are trying to keep them from peeing on their wedding dress. 

People that only ask you to prepare them food if by "prepare" you really mean order, or grab more from the counter because you're already getting up for more wine. 

People who actually enjoy waiting for you to try on your sixth pair of pants at Lululemon and die laughing when your butt is so tightly squeezed in to a pair of lounge pants that there is no other option but to flaunt it for a moment because it's so ridiculous. 

All those thing pretty much eliminate my children.

It was a fast trip, but it did give plenty of time for things to appropriately fall apart around here.

Alex, by his own admission, was shell shocked by the time he picked me up from the airport.  I think he might have been crying, but I couldn't swear to it. He kept telling me he couldn't believe he was so inadequate at caring for his own children.

(I too am often baffled by this, but so grateful that he keeps trying that I do my best to not say a word.)

Parts of the house looked like a crime scene, only the kitchen looking pristine from what I later learned was a very concentrated effort by Alex to do something really well.  Also, he didn't really use the kitchen much so success was written all over that goal. 

There were signs of q struggle, excessive technology dependency, movie viewing involving a four letter word, "interesting" food, giant carpet stains, piles of toys/old food/dirty towels/cleaning rags, and the sure sign of toys from an "I don't know what else to do to contain them," trip to Target.

On top of everything else, Aiden starting vomiting Saturday night.  Cole showed Alex the "ant bites" I thought I had been treating for four days and apparently it's poison ivy all up his legs and spreading to his arms. Stella was just Stella, but these days that is enough. 

It's tough to play pretend kitchen up to her standards, and hold the rest of this house together

Alex had to endure a twenty minute tantrum because Stella wanted to her water in "Autumn's cup" Saturday night.  Unfortunately Alex had no clue that this means she wants the hot pink cup we borrowed when we were at her friend Autumn's house four months ago.  

(The amount of information I hold in my head about such nonsense is frightening.)

Thankfully he had a wonderful attitude about it when I got home and instead of saying he would never be alone with them again, he commented that he needs to be more involved on the weekends so he isn't so lost when I'm not here.

Could I have won anymore from going away this weekend?

Unfortunately now I'm back to finishing taxes, grocery lists, laundry, and wrangling children. 

But the memory of this glorious margarita lunch with my girls' is still bringing a smile to my face.

There's a skylight over our table, just in case you are baffled by this.


Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

You needed that weekend and need those memories, right!? Clean kitchen? Nice, I'd take that!

Jo-Anne Meadows said...

I have never had such a break away, the closest I have come is when hubby has gone away and I am home alone.........

momnextdoor said...

I live for weekends like that. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Sometimes you just need some absence!!

Might I also mention that your husband is awesome for saying he needs to help MORE. Lucky lady!