While Zach and I were enjoying our blissful weekend alone in the mountains, my parents had inherited our two small, rambunctious children. Zoey’s nose had started running a bit Friday morning while we packed up and drove to my parents’ house. Apparently, that was just the tip of the germy iceberg. She spent the weekend with her nose, eyes….basically her entire face, running like a faucet and coughing up her lungs. With an occasional fever, just for fun.
My poor parents. The plan had been to have the girls sleep together in the queen guest bed. However, with Zoey’s germs and the girls being so excited about their first sleepover, my parents ended up putting Zoey to sleep in their bed while my dad slept on the couch and mom slept in the guest bed with Eleanor. Or, tried to sleep, I should say. Anyone here ever co-slept with a two year old? And a gigantic german shepherd? If so, you probably understand how little sleep my mom got that first night. So on Saturday night, Zoey again staked her claim in my parents’ bed, Eleanor again in the guest room, my dad again on the couch and my poor, poor mom slept on the floor of the living room. I told Zach, “It’s a good thing we enjoyed this weekend, because I don’t think my parents are ever going to offer to do this again.”
Despite Zoey being sick, the girls had a wonderful time with Grandma and Grandpa. They baked and decorated gingerbread men, played with play-doh, did arts and crafts, watched the Seahawks with Grandpa and thoroughly enjoyed all the attention from their grandparents (and Skeeter, the giant german shepherd).
I think my parents actually had some fun too, although I’m sure the girls wore them out. Should we place bets on whether we’ll ever receive this kind of offer again? Or, if we do, how many years from now that will be?
Thanks, mom and dad! We love you!
*All photos courtesy of my parents.