Coming In For A Landing

It's Friday-8:12 pm.
The boys are in bed, the red is poured, crabcakes are in the oven.
A quiet little dinner for my man and I.
It's my personal reward for rockin' Spring Break with the little dudes. The weather gods cooperated, thank heavens, so we were outside a ton. We biked, and played, and got really super dirty. We had breakfast for dinner too many times and movie night on Wednesday instead of Friday..I know, crazy eh?. But to my boys we were mixin' it up and being wild. Basically we just let the week unravel as it pleased.

It was nice having no hard and fast times to be anywhere, and minimal responsibilites for five days. Throughout the week the boys fought and laughed, and wrestled and hugged, and got on each others nerves, and had a blast together. It taught Max patience, and Truman the art of compromise. Sometimes it's good for them to have to deal with each other, and figure it out as they go.

The prospect of soley entertaining the boys and creating a fun holiday for them was initially a bit daunting. But this week I discovered that with a little creative planning, a few surprises, a lot of flexibility, some dirt, and the ability to channel the mentality of a wound-up four year old......five days as Head Cruise Director of the Spring Break fu ship, can be as easy as mud pie.