It sure was nice having Colin home for the week. Although we didn't have major plans, it was nice to just hang out with the kids and feel like a family again. It's tough having one of them gone--you just miss them.
The week flew by and we decided that we had better plan something to do or it was going to disappear, washed out by Wii battles and eating out. Amazing how time flies when you are doing either....or both.
Saturday gave us the opportunity to plan a family outing--something we all like to do. Of course, with family, somebody has usually got some issue and there are a few rough patches involved. Heck, as I stood battling Em in the middle of the museum, I actually reminisced about the "good old days" when my major gripe was diapers, temper tantrums, and strollers. Sigh. Nothing like family time.
I wonder if we are all the same--if we all head out with great intention of good times and everyone getting along. Then somebody gets their undies in a bunch and it all goes south--even if it is just for a short time. Call us normal, but if we don't have a battle somewhere in the day, we aren't us. Oh, they aren't always a major battle, but damn if creamy vs. crunchy peanut butter doesn't just set someone off to Buzzkill Land.
Kids. Gotta love 'em. And I do--but can we please have just one day where somebody isn't griping? Sheesh.
So, Col went home and I miss him already. And I'm keeping that day at the museum in my heart as a reminder of how nice it is to be the four of us again.
I just block out the miserable parts.