Today, we packed up my parents' big truck and headed to Winnipeg with our little crew.
1. Normally when we leave the house for a trip away, even a short one like this, I want the house to be super clean. It feels so nice to come back to a nice, clean house. But this time, we left the house pretty dirty. It's tidy in that everything is (mostly) put away, with the exception of the kids' toys. We left it this way because our cleaners are coming for the first time on Saturday morning. I'm super pumped to come home to a super clean, dusted, spotless house.
We are having cleaners come in every two weeks. I just find it really hard to get stuff done around the house with the kids home -- well, more specifically, Grayson. Grayson is one of those babies who is much better behaved for pretty much anyone but me or his Dad. Even this morning, as we were both running around frantically, trying to get things done, Jeff said at one point, "God, I get five minutes into doing every thing I try to do..." Yup. That's how I feel 'erryday when I'm home with the kids.
True, we could clean on weekends, but then it turns into one of us on "kid duty" while the other ignores family and/or relax time to clean. And isn't the point of weekends to spend time with your family or to decompress? I don't want to get all the way to the weekend to spend it cleaning, to be honest. And the reality is, if we can afford it, why not have someone we trust come in and completely remove that kind of housework from our to-do list?
We've thrown the idea of hiring someone to come in and clean for a long time and I resisted it. But, I just can't do all of the things. And when I do, I have zero time for myself, so fuck that. Now that we've taken the plunge and decided to hire out and give this a try, I'm really excited about it. Maybe it won't be something I even like. Or maybe it'll be something that makes me wonder why the hell I resisted it for so long. We shall see.
2. The boys were both so good on the drive to Winnipeg today. Gray definitely had a few time periods in the day where he was a challenge and just wanted out of his car seat. So, there were some harry moments, but they passed and he did pretty well. I expected him (and Carter actually) to nap on the road here; neither did though. So given how tired my little guy would have been, it's totally expected that he'd have a few flip outs.
For the last flip out, I knew he was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. He kept saying "home" and crying. It made me feel so bad. At this point it was past his bedtime, and that makes any kid tired, never mind the kid who also missed his usual two hour nap, so I ended up hopping in the middle seat in the back and reading the boys books. He calmed right down and, once I turned off our little light, he actually fell asleep.
Sitting in the back seat, reading my little guys books while Dad drove, I felt like this was another one of those moments in my life I've waited forever for. I felt really lucky -- probably because I am really lucky.
3. When we got to our hotel room, Carter was so excited. Jeff rented a castle-themed hotel room, hoping that Carter would love it and love it he did. I mean, come on... it is pretty cool though! When I took his picture, he said, "I'm king of the railway!" LOL He loves trains and says he's going to "be a train" when he grows up. I'm pretty sure he means he will drive the train, but he's four, so who the eff knows. Either way, who am I to crush a dream :-)
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