This is me this week:
Only without the hefty paycheck that I'm sure Michael Keaton got for this 80's gem.
Angela is in Washington DC with her best friend / mentor / prayer partner / former sunday school teacher, Anne. They went to see the sights and spend some time praying for our country. Angela has NEVER been to DC...so I was so excited for her to be able to go. She is having a great time. They are coming home late Thursday night.
I am home alone with kids, and we are having a pretty good week. It's 9:30, and everyone is in bed...including me. That is a miracle right there. I have only had the smallest bit of resistance; apparently Angela's snacks are "better," whatever that means. As I am walking out of Lily Kate's room a few minutes ago, she was coaching me on exactly how to pack their school snack, and what to pack.
Oh, and Levi told me that Mom was "nicer" than me. Obviously he is still bitter about the candy incident. So guess who is basically getting the royal treatment now? And who is laying here with one foot in my side? That's right. I am not about to be out-niced.
The kids? I can handle the kids. I can handle the house...and the laundry...and the food. But it's the HOMEWORK. Lord, help me. THE HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK. I do not remember 3rd grade being so brutal when I was there. For crying out loud.
Really, we're doing good. Enjoying some special things. And praying that Mommy has an AMAZING time during these days away.