I was hanging at the very end of my rope last week. Could you tell? What was your clue? The toilet full of lady products or the 85th post on how I'd rather pluck my eyelashes out one by one than EVER move a kid to a toddler bed EVERAGAIN? But this week? Plenty of rope left between me and the end. I'm happy and relaxed and my head actually didn't explode this morning at 6:30am when I found that my (naked, like I even needed to tell you that) Bug had scaled his bedroom gate (WTF?) and busted into his (sleeping) sister's room to do a little naked wake up jig. I calmly put his naked little hiney back in his room and told him I'd be back for him when his green light came on, and enjoyed some quiet snuggle time with my still-sleepy baby girl. I'm 10x the mom I was last week, frankly. What did it? A few days away from the littles. Not even a few days - it was about 34 hours. But those were 34 rejuvinating hours, I tell you! My mom, being the saint that she is, kept our kids and sent J and I down to Madison. Shopping, wine, dinner at our favorite swanky downtown steakhouse, more wine, and some late-night reminiscing on the rooftop terrace of our wedding reception site (with a wine nightcap, obvi). And sleeping in! Until 8:20am, which is like NOON back in Mommyland! It was just what we needed - to feel, for 34 hours, like the young kids we were when we fell in love, with no worries of mid-night baby wakings or 6am bickers about who had to go deal with the nudey or frustrations of putting a well balanced meal on the table and then cleaning it up off the floor (where all well balanced meals end up). Just us two, one of our favorite cities, and sweet sweet freedom. Until mid-afternoon Sunday, when I looked at J and said "okay, I miss our babies, let's go home now." And we did, and there were happy faces all around. The time away was great and fun, but the welcome home hugs may have been the very sweetest part.
But anyway, I gotta go. ABC conveniently blacked out on us at 7 central last night, JUST as the only Bachelorette episode of the whole season that I actually care about was starting. My head may or may not have almost exploded and I also may or may not have requested that my husband call our TV provider and tell them I wanted a refund for the whole month because this is NOT the first time in recent history that such a thing has happened (MTV, last week, Tuesday night). He refused, for the record. Thankfully for Charter, I found the show on our On Demand and may NOT have to hunt them down and kick their shins. Close call.