My husband has a vision of his perfect day. It's a simple day involving lots of down time playing with the kids, no work from the office, good food and more importantly, no crying children. I'd take no whining over the no crying.
We've just had a great weekend. Uncle Billy came up for a surprise visit, and he brought Windsor Pizza too. Ceilidh was thrilled.
Both the dance lesson (Ceilidh) and the skating lesson (Devlin) went well. I squeezed in a shopping trip to Costco, and both Wayne and I stocked up on Halloween candy. Forgot to double-check the grocery list I gave him. To Wayne's delight, the pantry is overflowing with treats.
The weather was nice so the leaves got raked. The backyard was tidied and toys put away. Four loads of laundry done. All on Saturday.
Then it was off to see The Wiggles at the Rogers Centre. Devlin and Ceilidh had a blast. They thoroughly enjoyed the show, and both cleaned up in the souvenir department. The Wiggles is the highest earning entertainment act from Australia. Mainly because of parents like us, who spoil their children shamelessly, even if they don't deserve it. Ceilidh even managed to score a Wiggles t-shirt due to her talent for whining and Mommy's inability to handle whining late in the day. She wore that t-shirt to bed Saturday night, wore it to church on Sunday, and wore it to bed again last night. I'm hoping she's still not wearing it when I get home tonight.
After church on Sunday, the kids got to play with Uncle Billy while we went to the Farmer's Market with Aisling. Then there was trip to the apple orchard to pick apples under the shining sun. A tractor ride, fresh juicy apples, yummy baked goods from the market stand, and a stop at the pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins for jack o' lanterns...a perfect fall day! More play time outside as we raked up more leaves and played in the backyard.
Really, a near perfect weekend, except for one thing. No naps from Ceilidh and Devlin, which meant very tired, very cranky children by bathtime. More quarrelling after baths, more threats of trips to the naughty stool, more pouting, more whining, more naughtiness.
When adults are that tired, they're more than happy to fall into bed and sleep. Not so with kids. Why? Because it means the end to a great weekend? Because it'll be another 5 days before they get to spend all day with mommy and daddy doing fun things? I'd like to think we have fun during the week too, but it's not the same. I know.
We've just had a great weekend. Uncle Billy came up for a surprise visit, and he brought Windsor Pizza too. Ceilidh was thrilled.
Both the dance lesson (Ceilidh) and the skating lesson (Devlin) went well. I squeezed in a shopping trip to Costco, and both Wayne and I stocked up on Halloween candy. Forgot to double-check the grocery list I gave him. To Wayne's delight, the pantry is overflowing with treats.
The weather was nice so the leaves got raked. The backyard was tidied and toys put away. Four loads of laundry done. All on Saturday.
Then it was off to see The Wiggles at the Rogers Centre. Devlin and Ceilidh had a blast. They thoroughly enjoyed the show, and both cleaned up in the souvenir department. The Wiggles is the highest earning entertainment act from Australia. Mainly because of parents like us, who spoil their children shamelessly, even if they don't deserve it. Ceilidh even managed to score a Wiggles t-shirt due to her talent for whining and Mommy's inability to handle whining late in the day. She wore that t-shirt to bed Saturday night, wore it to church on Sunday, and wore it to bed again last night. I'm hoping she's still not wearing it when I get home tonight.
After church on Sunday, the kids got to play with Uncle Billy while we went to the Farmer's Market with Aisling. Then there was trip to the apple orchard to pick apples under the shining sun. A tractor ride, fresh juicy apples, yummy baked goods from the market stand, and a stop at the pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins for jack o' lanterns...a perfect fall day! More play time outside as we raked up more leaves and played in the backyard.
Really, a near perfect weekend, except for one thing. No naps from Ceilidh and Devlin, which meant very tired, very cranky children by bathtime. More quarrelling after baths, more threats of trips to the naughty stool, more pouting, more whining, more naughtiness.
When adults are that tired, they're more than happy to fall into bed and sleep. Not so with kids. Why? Because it means the end to a great weekend? Because it'll be another 5 days before they get to spend all day with mommy and daddy doing fun things? I'd like to think we have fun during the week too, but it's not the same. I know.
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