Exhaustion

I had an amazing weekend.  It was one that was rare in which I truely got to spend a lot of wonderful quality one-on-one time with my kids.  While it was fun it left me, well, exhausted!  I tucked the kids in bed last night and then curled up in my own and watched a little TV until I passed out. 

Saturday I headed into NY City to see The Miracle Worker which I was asked to review.  Part of the review was taking a child 9 or older to the show so this was a great opportunity for some quality time with the Big Kid.  Even though I only live a little over an hour from the city we don't get much of a chance to go and my son has only been there twice before.  So I didn't want to just go see the play and head home again, I wanted to experience the city!  My cousin came along with us and she gave my son a driving tour of part of the city before the show.  Afterwards, we walked through Central Park, I gave him a crash course on The Metropolitan Museum of Art and we finished up with a trip to Dylan's Candy Bar.  Beware....the candy bar is filled with too many tempting treats and ends up costing some serious cash!  In short the day was an amazing day and the show was phenomenal.

Knowing that The Middle Child was a little green with envy (especially since he was stuck home confessing his sins for his first pennance) I had promised him we'd hang out on Sunday.  He was in desparate need of some pants that fit him so I told him we'd go shopping.  Yes, I know that this is less than thrilling to a 7 year old boy so I promised him lunch too.  Well, after lunch topped off with ice cream, we headed to the mall.  We were amazingly successful and snagged 7 pairs of pants that fit this child!  (string beans are hard to dress, he doesn't take after his mommy in this department!).  Our shopping excursion was topped off with a pretzel and when I thought we'd be heading home he asked if we could go to the movies.  How could I say no?  I did take the Big Kid to a play the day before!  So off to the movie theater we went.  I called home after the movie to find the rest of the family ate without us, the Middle Child wasn't overly hungry so drive-thru french fries and a milk shake it was for dinner!

That left Baby Girl being the only one without any quality time with me.  So upon my arrival home we locked ourselves in my bedroom and I painted her nails and read her some books.  She was tickled pink and I completed the weekend feeling full to the brim with love.  (even if I was broke, fat and tired!)

The best part?  When I was tucking the kids in to bed, The Middle Child said he had to tell me a secret.  He whispered in my ear "Thanks.  I love you".  The Big Kid said to me "I love you so very much".  Baby Girl is always full of kisses and hugs and love.  What more could a mom ask for?