A Weekend.

I had a real weekend. With family stuff. Laying around on the couch watching movies. Going on a few impromptu family adventures. Sure, I was sick for the first part of it. Sure, we were mentally already “there” since we were told tall tales of a possible ice/snow storm that might cause us to be stuck indoors all weekend. Sure, I got a lot of work done along the way.

But… I had A Weekend.

And it was pretty darn yippy skippy fine.

Four lessons/nice reminders from the weekend:

1. The size of the mess is proportionate to the size of the fun. My kids are 2.5 and 5.5 years old, and man oh man, when they play together they have a freakin’ BLAST! They move so quickly from one room to the next, armed with massive amounts of toys, books, pretend play stuff. The mess happens so fast, that all I hear is the fun. Giggles and squeals and funny character voices…so very much FUN that I am hearing! So the next time you happen to make a surprise visit to my house, just remember: the bigger the mess, the happier my kids have been.

2. Fun is alive and kickin’ no matter where you are, and attitude really is everything. Somehow, we had such a great time even when we were places we might not normally enjoy, or just running mundane everyday errands. My son and I had zigzag races around the columns outside of Target. Sure, he had a minor cry as we were leaving because, well, he’s five and has those sometimes, but those zigzag races were FUN!

3. As much work as they are, as loud & messy as our house is, as hectic as our schedules are, I am So Damn Happy we have two kids. They are each other’s best friend and they’re teaching each other the art of negotiation and the proper way to fight (that’s how I’m looking at their fights and I’m sticking to it). The love they have for each other is unbreakable, unmeasurable, and always, always so amazing to watch.

4. When I wear my hair in pigtails, I get asked a lot if my 5 year old is my son, or a kid I’m babysitting. I hate that my hair is long enough for pigtails, but sort of like being thought of as too young to have this kid (at least, that’s how I’m interpreting the comments from strangers and I’m sticking to it).

Ok that last one was totally a “yay me!” old woman add-in, but that’s who I am: an old woman. So there.

But…I’m an old woman who finally had A Weekend. The first in a very, very long time.

Now let’s bust this week out so I can have another! Bring it, Monday!