In honor of Carter's last day home (what happened to the last 6 years?) I decided not to catch up on the laundry I missed this weekend, not to make my bed or the boy's beds, not to pay bills, not to make them drink milk with their breakfast, not to keep track of how many glasses of grape kool-aid they drink and not to nag them about little things. Instead I helped put together two super-hero puzzles, jumped on a trampoline, played Hungry, Hungry Hippos and took them to the library to pick out movies.
I can't say it's been a perfect day; I have gotten frustrated with each of them a couple times, but I've tried. I know I can't keep Carter protected under my roof forever, but I am sad that starting tomorrow, he will be spending more of his waking hours with Mrs. Campbell than he will with me. I guess it leaves me a little melancholy.
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