I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,
Any number of kids is a lot of kids.
But here’s another truth that’s important to share. A truth you will understand if you have any number of children. (Or if you have no number of children and you’re just, you know, conscious and notice stuff.) A truth that stands the test of time.
One child less than the number of children you usually have is a vacation.
Tonight, Greg took our two big kids away. Something about dinner and homework and a weird scheduling thing and not enough time to come home between dance and karate and pretty please, Greg, take both of the bigs and I promise I’ll stay awake late and hold your hand for, like, 15 minutes.
What can I say? Greg’s more motivated when I put out.
In short, I just got a two-hour vacation with only three kids!
Tonight, I donned my Super Duper Short-Order Cook Cape ’cause I was feeling giddy and accommodating what with my unexpected vacation and all.
My three littles ate scrambled eggs, cheddar cheese, baked beans, ranch dressing, graham crackers, filler-laden microwaved pizza bites, Chinese leftovers, and chocolate chips for dinner. Then they played outside. Happily. The whole time. Because this is vacation and miracles happen on vacation.
As my babies scampered and gamboled in our fresh, clean, sunny (see? vacation miracle!) Oregon air, I made myself crêpes lightly drizzled with honey and garnished with frozen blueberries that had only the slightest hint of freezer burn. And I ate my dinner in peace while I read Cooking Light magazine and a somewhat trashy novel about shapeshifters.
Frankly, folks, if that isn’t a vacation for a mama of five kids, I don’t know what is.
That is all.
Here’s wishing you respite, whatever form it may take.