We were supposed to be in NYC for a long weekend because Derek had a meeting there anyway.
But, we've been so sick and still recovering.
And plus, hello car trip, not interested.
Additionally, um it's winter. I don't want to wander New York City with five children in the butt-freezing cold.
So, I sent Derek off on his own, with a wink and a smile, trying to control my jealous feelings, and decided that since it was winter, now was the time to read a book about gardening.
(That book? Awesome, if you have any interest in well, self-sufficiency! I'm rereading it.)
Then, four pages in, my children needed a million things, and that was the end of my reading for the entire day.
But, hours later, I realized, "Wow, today has been pretty great."
Sad that I was surprised by that, but whatev.
I had successfully unpacked much of the bedrooms, the children made forts out of boxes, no one cried during school.
Ahem. Let me repeat myself so you understand what a momentous occasion this was: NO ONE CRIED DURING SCHOOl.
We stayed home all day.
And it was wonderful.
And it was so momentous that I thought I better blog it.
Yesterday was awesome.