It didn't hurt that keeping them home saved us $250 in camp fees.
We went to the Aquarium, the water park, the arcade, the beach and got raspas almost every day. (Raspa is Tex-Mex for Snow-Cone). We went to the movies, and hosted a small dinner party where the guest of honor was one of our beloved priests.
We also got haircuts, bought school shoes, and had the pre-school physical.
1. SAHMs are rock-stars. I haven't been so tired in I don't know when.
2. The mundane was as fun -- or more fun -- than the "events".
There is just something cool about watching a 6 year old put on a new pair of tennies. (Sneakers, gym shoes, I don't know whachacallem. Tennies.) Remember when new tennies made you jump higher, run faster and stop on a dime?
I had to giggle when the 3 year old looked at his new haircut and exclaimed "I'm handsome! Right, Mama?"
I was proud of my 10 year old for helping his brothers navigate public restrooms, crowded aquariums and kept them entertained while I did my (almost) daily workouts.
All in all, it was a great week.
God, I need a nap.
|The boys with our guests -- Father Pat, Declan & John.|