It was one of those days. Actually it was like the movie,Groundhog Day. Every day blended together and there was not relief in sight
Child #1 was fighting with his brother about a fishing rod.
Child # 2 told his brother to get out of the way or he’d hook him
Child #3 was insisting I give her scissors to cut the cats’s hair.
Child #4 was painting her toenails bright orange on the new cream carpet.
Child #5 was hanging on my leg as he finger painted my knees with peanut butter.
I was in the midst of a business call and trying to sound professional.
My husband arrived in the midst of the bedlam and decided to save me! He booked a long weekend for just the two of us. My parents would stay at the house. I wept with relief. I needed an escape from all these little people and my crazy house.
So I was shocked by what happened next. Little gifts started to appear. A dime wrapped up in the comic section with an “I love you” sticker attached.
Next, flowers from the garden…just the very tops of the buttercups. I floated them in the vase.
More and more gifts arrived. A hand written not that read, “Have fun, but don’t forget us.” I almost cried.
Next little pictures were wrapped up in a jewelry case so I could see see them while we were away.
The day we were ready to leave, everyone got hugs and kisses. Then one by one they filled a basket for us:
A jar of peanut butter in case we wanted to paint.
A bag of pretzels in case we got hungry.
Apple juice boxes for the ride.
A few fishing lures in case we decided to catch some fish.
Bright nail polish to make Mommy pretty.
I almost didn’t have the heart to leave.