The only drawback is that we all have kids now so weekends are slightly different than they were 10 years ago, as we now have anywhere from six to two dozen
But it's hard to complain, really. Ted does the vast majority of the child-watching while I spend most of my time like this:
If I do have to take over the role of responsible parent, it's usually because Ted has to work for a couple of hours:
But I have found that children can be easily amused for long periods of time with electronics:
|My Version Of "Watching The Kids"|
So I can go back to this:
|Mother Of The Year|
Also, if you wait long enough, children fall asleep. Especially when they are worn out from playing in the pool with Ted all day. That leaves us free to enjoy a romantic sunset:
And dine like civilized people on a meal that does not include chicken nuggets, peanut butter sandwiches, or cups of milk. Instead, a real meal is prepared and we drink out of glasses that are actually made of glass and don't have Star Wars characters on them (all of which is a rarity in my own home):
It was a great weekend, a lovely time spent with dear friends (seriously, we love you guys. Not just for the house, either. Though that doesn't hurt, I'm not going to lie).
The only flaw was one of my own making. You see, I have a "thing" about sunscreen. I think it's a holdover from my childhood, when my mother would slather it on my sister and I in huge amounts, and back then there were no sprays or "dry feel" options, it was all thick, disgusting lotion and totally gross.
So even though in my head I know better, I hate sunscreen. As a result I don't really use it much. Another thing I hate? Bathing suit tops. That's right. As much as I loathe the French, this is one thing that they have right - bikini tops optional! So mine end up like this:
|Yes, I Am One Classy Lady|
You can see where this is going. Lots of Exposed Skin + No Sunscreen = I'm An Asshole. Funnily enough, I don't get burned very often, like maybe once every other summer. But when I do... And this weekend was a bad combination of very hot sun and a very nice breeze. So even as I was baking, it didn't really FEEL that hot (I realize this makes me sound like a complete moron. I have no real defense). By Sunday afternoon I was sporting quite the "glow":
|Me, Very Red and Slightly Disheveled, Holding Mazzy, AKA Cutest Baby Ever|
I don't even care, though (shut UP, Mom! I know about skin cancer!). It was an awesome weekend and I can't wait till the next one.