My kids have been away at Camp Grandparents for the past few day. Camp Grandparents, such a beautiful thing.
I've decided everyone needs parents like mine. While they drive me insane, they love my kids and even better, they want to spend a lot of time with my kids. They rotate taking my kids on "vacation" throughout the year. Sometimes it will be one child, sometimes two, occasionally all three. I repeat, it is a lovely thing.
While all three kids have been off enjoying the grandparents, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying myself. The most valued part of my kids being off having fun is my quiet mornings. I'm not a morning person and most mornings include me being woken up by someone whining, screaming, or beating the crap out of a sibling. For three glorious mornings I've been able to take my time about waking up and enjoy my coffee with a side of peace and quiet.
The other great thing? My husband and I have been taking advantage of not needing a babysitter to go out. We really don't get out all that often. Finding a babysitter, making plans well ahead of time so we can book the sitter...it is all a pain, never mind out busy schedule. So in the past few evenings we've been down to Atlantic City, out to dinner, off on walks, and able to talk without a gazillion interruptions. It's been nice.
Last night my husband made an observation that I've been relaxed, not crabby and generally in a good mood. He told someone that he thought I was always mad at him and that it was nice to see I really did like him, it was the kids that stressed and tired me out. That may have been the best thing that came out of Camp Grandparents.
Now I'm off to enjoy my last cup of coffee in peace. The countdown has begun for the return of my babies.