I Need a Rest

Mike and I are going to Mexico while the boys stay here with Nana and Papa VanDusen.  I have been counting the days for just about 182 days.  I am really looking forward to not planning, not picking up after anyone, not trying to pacify children and not cooking meals, but just hanging out in a tropical oasis in Riviera Maya.  In preparation for this trip, I've been discussing it with Thomas to be sure he's ready for the day that we leave and he and Ryan are here for a week with Nan and Pop.  Apparently, I have done such a tremendous job at making him feel at ease with this arrangement, he announced in the car. "I think I need a little rest of (from) you."  Fair enough, Thomas.  I also need a rest.  Both of us are excited about our respective weeks and I am sure that both of us will appreciate the other more upon my return to NY.  It's hard work to hang out with anyone 24-7, whether they are four and one or 37.

I'll have a rest from the obvious like cooking and cleaning. 

Having helpers, is nice, but so is not being responsible for these tasks for six days.

It's nearing peak leaf season here in COH.  We try to keep up with them so that it's not overwhelming for us or for Dad on the weekend when we do most of our heavy lifting.  It will be nice to "share" our leaves with Nana and Papa.

The biggest leaf we've ever seen

Stamping down the leaves in the bucket

For six mornings, I won't be in charge of picking out clothes for anyone except for me.  For six whole days, Thomas can boast to Nan about his wardrobe choices.  He's getting choosier on what he wears.  I had a great run of four years of picking out cute little outfits, but it looks like that's coming to an end.

Oklahoma jersey, Spiderman boots and yardworking gloves. Classic.

Qatar soccer jersey over a waffle shirt, baggy jeans, shades.  Too cool.

Swim suit and water shoes ready for preschool on swimming day

"Now I look like a confessional (professional) soccer player."

I won't be responsible for watching to make sure Ryan isn't getting into something or trying to take the stairs going forward (we're still training him to approach them backwards).  He's got no fear, this one.  But the amazing smile usually dissipates my anxiety.

Thomas, Ryan and I having football parties at our house while Army plays in the rain is fun.  Seeking out adventures to fill our days is often rewarding.  Hearing how well Thomas is doing at preschool, especially in the pool, is gratifying.  Watching Ryan's impressive language acquisition is fascinating.  But I need a rest too.  So off we go.  Adios!