Ray and I survived the weekend with a 4 year old (Skylar) and an 11 year old (Makyla.)
They were good girls and I think they had fun. Skylar said, "You're taking good care of us." Her timing was perfect because I was probably about to say, "Stop playing with your food."
We are not accustomed to non-stop noise and busy busy bees. Skylar was stream-of-consciousness talking. Whatever hit the brain came out of the mouth. Until she fell asleep, there was a babble of bluster.
Ray and I tag teamed. I'm good in the pool. So I told him, "Go have a break. Watch some golf. Have a nap." He said, "Oh, that's okay." And I said, "Go. I shall want a break later. Trust me. I might take two hours." He hustled inside.
We swam a bunch. Now,why did Skylar decide to take bites out of the styrofoam noodles?
We fed ducks at the park and did playground, took them to visit Ray's folks - that was a hit, and Makyla and I did go to Half Price Books - very fun. She's an excellent reader.
We did Play-doh stuff - creative. Lots of Spirograph with Makyla - she's awesome in design and concentration.
We thought their parents were picking up at 2ish on Sunday. We were ready. Ooops - text - just left at 12:30 pm for a 4 hour drive. Then a text - oops - lunch ran long. Arggghhhhhhhhh.
I confess - I was truly done. It had been fine and we had plenty of bonding, but I was maxed out. Ray was too.
So when Kevin and Maria pulled up at 5:30 pm - we hauled bags quickly to the SUV. "No, girls you don't need shoes. Here have candy and a Coca-cola to go...."
Whew! We did keep them alive - mission accomplished.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.