Long weekends ain't what they used to be.
They used to be...quiet.
Until this morning, my last moment of alone time was my drive from work to pick the girls up from day care at 2:30 last Wednesday. The Hoos was crazy busy at work and spent most of Wednesday evening, Thursday morning and Friday afternoon in the office. And not our home office, his actual office. Which is cool - he does bring home the bacon - but it meant that I had a lot of time to kill with my two little bunnies.
Wednesday they got to watch me peel and prepare potatoes for Thanksgiving. Around 6 I was saved by my father-in-law who arrived with dinner and enjoyed watching AK spin like a top while chattering endlessly (did I mention she likes to prattle on and on?).
Thursday the girls helped me make a blueberry torte (replacing the berries with chocolate chips because, well, they wanted to ) and watched a lot of television while I cleaned and seasoned the turkey. They also spent a lot of time watching me put away the toys that they continuously took out.
Friday afternoon was looking loooooong and the girls had already watched a week's worth of television on Thursday, so we attempted to go to a playground. But it was FREEZING, so we bailed and went to the Stepping Stones Children's museum instead. The museum is fun, and the girls had a good time, but I am not sure that it is worth $12 per person.
Saturday we actually had family time! We bundled up and set out for the Stamford Museum and Nature Center, ate lunch out, and checked out the new Fairway Market in Stamford (the Hoos was dazzled by the baked goods).
Sunday was the perfect lazy day. Everyone slept late and hung out in their PJs for a while. And boy, did I need it!