What a day. It feels like I bundled the kids up in their snowsuits & buckled them into their booster seats at least fourteen times today. Piano lessons in the morning. Come home. Run to Coop for Tide. Go pick up the boys for lunch. Come home. Take Austin back to school. Come home. Take Jonah for a haircut. Pick up Austin from school. Come home. Take the kids to skating lessons. Come home. Eat supper. Take the kids to Family Literacy Night at the library. Drop them off at home. Go pack treat bags for the Women's Retreat tomorrow. Come home.
Sigh. I need a break.
The good news is that I'm getting one-- this weekend! I'm going on our church's women's retreat to Camp Arnes for the next three days. Yay! I'm rooming with my friend Val, so that guarantees a good time. I'm on the committee and am charge of the craft. (Would you be shocked if I told you it's scrapbook related? ;) ) A speaker, food not cooked by me, skits, a craft, an indoor pool, a spa room (with a chocolate fondue fountain), cross-country skiing, games, snacks... I'm totally looking forward to it.
When I told Sage that I was going away for the weekend, she asked me: "Who's going to take care of us?"
"Who would be a good person to take care of you?" I asked her.
"Daddy takes good care of us!" she said.
"Then Daddy will take care of you."
"Good. He's fun."
So, it looks like I don't have to worry about the kids at home this weekend-- apparently they'll be in very good hands.