I've given up on keeping track of things like lateness, or cleanliness, or how many times one of my kids has snuck into my bed and I've been too tired to do anything but fight them for a corner of the blanket. I can't remember the last time I blogged, or frankly the last time I washed my hair, cleaned my microwave, returned a phone call, or mandated the consumption of vegetables. We. Are. Beat.
Luckily before scurvy descended upon us all, Mom and Dad showed up. And took over all the chores and all the cooking and most of the "go sit on the potty"s. We could not be more grateful.
They have really saved the day on bedtime stories
and cramped car rides
and rainy day entertaining
and getting picky Ford to eat.
They also navigated post on a game day with tired kids in tow so I could make a quick trip up the coast for Rebecca's Rhode Island baby shower, which was lovely and meaningful. (And it's amazing that 7 hours of driving time, when you haven't had any time to yourself in months, can repurpose itself as a real treat.)
Not to mention the fact that I am going home to a from-scratch chicken pot pie tonight. You never, it seems, stop needing Mom when things are rough.
Because they're here, we're even able to do a little kicking back. Since we knew reinforcements were coming, last weekend we eschewed laundry for Sesame Place.
And it was terrible. Hot, crowded, full of people from new Jersey... we totally wished we were doing laundry. The kids loved it.
We also hit Seth's work Oktoberfest for sausages and beer (and terrible hats and dangerous sibling fun)
and Tommy Ryan's batman birthday party,
We threw a party last night and completely wrecked the house in our Elsa finery while Mom & Dad were out enjoying a much-deserved hike.
And Seth gave this amazing speech at last week's Spirit Luncheon.
Ford, with cigars and cadet regalia
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