Without children:
- we went out to eat, not once but TWICE--and neither time was under the Golden Arches.
- we went to a local amusement park and rode all the "big kid" rides.
- we met one of our favorite couples at a local festival.
- we slept in and then made breakfast--with a Pandora "island" station playing--LOUDLY.
- there were no toys to pick up every night.
- I never had to sweep under the bar stools.
- I walked into mass on Sunday morning totally empty-handed. No coloring books, no drinks, no snacks, no markers, no extra underwear, no squirming two year old.
- I got to ENJOY mass. I had time AND peace to listen and pray.
- we did a spur-of-the-moment drive to a nearby lake--no scheduling around nap time, or looking for matching shoes, or packing drinks.
- we bought and ate a whole package of Swiss Cake Rolls. By ourselves.
- we watched whatever we wanted on TV and only used the "rewind" feature because we wanted to, not because we missed something due to someone screaming.
- I had ONE head of hair to fix.
- we remembered life. . . . BEFORE children.
- I slept so long that my back hurt every morning.
- it was WAY too quiet.
- my lap was way too empty.
- there was no one to tuck in or check on 20 times before I went to bed. (I love that when they're sleeping, I still see them as the babies we brought home from the hospital.)
- I was almost bored during mass.
- there was no one exclaiming, "Dis is da best fam-wee in da world!"
- I didn't ride any of the little kid rides that I secretly love because my "excuses" weren't around.
- we bought our usual gallon of milk at the store only to find that we still had a gallon and a half in the fridge.
- I snacked constantly because I didn't have to share with little people (the scale was NOT my friend with them gone!)
- I found myself taking pictures of things the girls would love (like baby geese at the lake) since they weren't there
- the house stayed way too clean (yes, I really just said that)
- we were reminded that someday this will be life. . . AFTER children are gone.
I'm SO grateful that our parents are such wonderful grandparents. I love that the girls are making incredible memories with the people who raised us. I love having some time to be "us." And I have to admit--I love getting them back. A quiet house is overrated. Though I must say, Swiss Cake Rolls are NOT.
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