Saturday morning Brendan took both kids with him to the cottage. I stayed home. I seriously felt like this:
I had SO MUCH FUN being by myself. I went to the bathroom alone, I finished my own food without anyone coming up asking for a bite. I cleaned my house and it stayed clean. It was amazing. I rearranged furniture in the living room and Ingrid's room. I made the kids new buntings for their rooms. I came to the realization that I will never paint Ingrid's room, so I may as well just deal with the green since her stuff goes.
My days were so relaxing. I could read, watch whatever TV I wanted. I went to the antique shop, I had dinner and drinks with a friend, I took naps whenever I wanted. It was so nice to catch up on me. I hate when people talk "me time" but for real, after dealing with kids nonstop for days on end, it was really quite nice to remember I used to love reading on the couch in a cleaned living room, and that a bowl of Ben and Jerry's is a nice way to end the day. (Okay, I admit, there was no bowl, it was right out of the carton...)
And then they came home. I was immediately put back into my place as mom, doer/cleaner/helper/fixer. No more relaxer. They are so lucky they are cute, they don't even know! We had friends over for Labor Day and cooked out and ran around in a sprinkler and tried to stay cool on the hot humid day. It was super fun. Otis did not want me taking pictures, but I thought this was a good representation of how crabby he can be. He was yelling at me not to take his picture. HA!
And now we have one more day until Ingrid starts school and we have no more slow paced mornings, where we have to be out the door by 7:30 instead of getting to lay around in our pjs. Bummer.