Oh- to be a kid again! Boy, now 5, can swing by himself if he gets a push. Baby Girl got her ears pierced. Time flies, and I am trying to enjoy their childhood. This past Holy Week, I did my best to ignore the duties of the house and get outside with the kids.
Our innocent month+ houseguest probably doesn't realize that I am really beating myself up over the fact that the house isn't immaculate and the meals aren't constantly gourmet. I don't quite agree with Benjamin Franklin ("fish and visitors stink after 3 days"), but I think after about 3 days, all expectations should be gone (if the woman of the house works part time, homeschools, etc with no outside help) and real life goes on.
I'm linking up with Wordless Wednesday