Survived The Weekend

The kids and I made it through the weekend while Dave was in Georgia, camping with his brother and friends. I'm a little more tired and bitter than usual, and the house is certainly a bit messier and dirtier than usual (and I thought that wasn't possible!), but all in all, we had a very smooth weekend. The babies played hard during the day and slept well at night.


This morning I went to my bimonthly moms' group meeting. When we pulled up to the church, Delaney started crying and pleading-'no mom, no mom, please, please, sorry, sorry'. It was heartbreaking. And I almost turned around and headed home. But I took a deep breath and got the babies out of the car. Elliot started bawling the second that I handed him off to one of the nursery babysitters. Again, heartbreaking.

I was amazed and surprised (and more than a little thankful) that I wasn't 'called' to the nursery to soothe my children, and had momentary hopes that perhaps they were having fun playing. Nope. When I went to get them after the two hour meeting, Delaney was standing by the door, screaming for me, and Elliot still was sobbing in his caretaker's arms. They had been crying the entire time. Both of them. Once again, heartbreaking.

But, I must admit, that I really enjoyed myself and it was so nice to talk with other moms and be able to have a cup of coffee and relax. So-is a two hour 'break' worth two hours of my babies' unhappiness?-I'm not sure. My gut tells me-'no, no, no-don't put them through that', but then part of me argues-'my God, it's two hours every other week, they'll live'.