Friday morning. It’s the thing dreams are made of. This weekend I’m releasing the parenting reins for a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I love having the kids at home and I am SO thankful that I get them six nights a week, occasionally five. This morning as I am getting the kids and myself ready, I loaded up the pack and play, the stroller, the diaper bag, and all of the essentials because my Mom is picking them up from Katie’s house and they’re having a slumber party at my sisters. Then tomorrow their Dad is picking them up and keeping them until I get off work Monday. Naturally, I was bound to forget something. Dipes, wipes, bottle, sippy cup, panties, pajamas, stroller, pack and play. Check.
Carseats. I forgot to leave the carseats at Katie’s. Couldn’t have been something easily attained at CVS. Nooooo. It had to be the one thing that will require me driving across town to pick up the kids after work, and then driving BACK across town (even further this time) to drop them off for their slumber party, at what I can only presume will be bedtime.
It sounds bad, and it sounds like I’m complaining. But let’s be real people…THREE nights where I only have to put myself to bed. And THREE mornings where I only have to remember to put MY pants on. Any chance to be home alone and not have to hide in the pantry to sneak myself candy is a win. It’s a price I guess, but it’s certainly within my budget.