I just got back from a business trip. I went all by my lonesome self and I left my husband and the boys at home. I'll admit it was a little easier this time around because I have the plane debacle from vacation fresh in my mind. Three hours of a screaming toddler.
I have gone away and left everyone at home before but this was the first time Daddy couldn't take time off to watch the kids during the week. This time my husband was playing catch-up after our two week vacation and had stacks of meetings when it came time for me to go to my trade show across the country. After all those meetings he had to teach a class. That would be a thirteen-hour day with the babysitter. The kids are just fine but let's be honest. They LOVE their dad.
My mom came to help him. I'll admit, I was worried the kids would drive her crazy or that they would light the house on fire if she went to the bathroom.
I was wrong. The kids were so excited, they began blowing off my calls not long after I left. Their cousins came to visit. There were wagon rides and wagon-related injuries and a good time was being had by all. I called to chat. Apparently when someone handed the phone to The Baby, he threw the phone on the floor. When my husband picked the phone back up and began to speak with me, the kids heckled him to get off the phone. Someone asked the Boy if he wanted to talk to me. He gave a resounding "NO" well within my hearing. I just laughed.
Late nights, video games, popsicles for breakfast. It was anarchy. But that's the way it is supposed to be with the grandparents, right?