- spaghetti dinner, complete with kids trying to twirl spaghetti and getting sauce all over their faces and hands and hair and bibs and . . .
- hassle-free bedtime
- my dad's flight arriving 40 minutes early
- my dad arriving!
- a large bowl of chocolate/peanut butter ice cream
- a decent night's sleep
- a three-mile run with a friend
- hearing the kids speculate about who was going to get them out of bed ("Ba gonna come get us! No, no, my mama gonna come! No, my mama! Maybe ALL OF THEM gonna come!")
- seeing the kids' faces light up when they saw Ba
- watching my dad interact with the kids
- breakfast from Panera
- a quiet day at work
The quiet day at work is a mixed blessing, of course. It may well be that when I return to work on Tuesday, the only reason I'll be there is to pick up my paycheck and clean out my office. I am having a hard time being all that stressed out about the near-certainty of losing my job. I think I'm just saving the stress for when it happens.
I have plenty to do tonight to get ready for Florida. I'm really looking forward to hot, hot weather, pool time, coconut shrimp at least twice a day, and, of course, spending Mother's Day with three generations of moms and four generations of family. Let's not think about the fact that I have not done a damn thing as far as getting Mother's Day cards or gifts for the moms that are not me. Huh. My complete paralysis around gift-giving, seemingly brought on by widowhood, is a post in and of itself.
Happy weekend, one and all. I'll try to get some good pictures of the kiddos in Florida. Maddie and Riley are both obsessed with the pool right now, so we should have lots of photo opps.