Sure dad....twist my arm.....it was super hard to:
- get an all expense paid trip to someplace warm in the middle of my own personal (Boston weather induced) march madness
- stay at the Ritz Carlton....something about that place is the complete antithesis of my house....large, clean, elegant, luxurious
- go on a non-stop flight with only one (happy smiley) child in tow
- spend the weekend cooing at my little angel (I think she loved the one on one attention)
- when not cooing at emmeline, talking to my dad about really mind awakening things
- eat amazing food all weekend that I didn't have to plan, prep, clean up or worry about how much it was costing
- run a workshop full of eager dads and not so eager, but willing teenage girls on how to improve their relationships and think about the decisions in their lives (that actually was the hard part....but it felt good, like we were helping people think about the right things.)
I absolutely love how much my dad loves my kids. There is nothing better then seeing your kids loved and adored.
Needless to say, it was a little hard to face reality back at home. There are still piles of laundry in our bedroom and our kitchen ceiling is still stinky and brown.
Thankfully, sweet Jeff had the house surprisingly nice and clean for me to come home too (I did not leave it clean for him...) and the kids were actually excited to see me even after their super super fun daddy weekend. They were most excited to see little Emmeline....who was equally thrilled to be thrown back into the chaos of our house. As much as she liked all that one on one attention from mom....I couldn't possibly give her the same kind of crazy fun that Hazel and Charlie do:
Don't be too worried....she strangely likes this pounding on the chest from charlie.....and it sounds a lot harder then it is.
Thanks dad, for a fabulous weekend. I'll come and "help" you out anytime.