It's 11:32 a.m. on Friday night now, and I just woke up 15 minutes ago. And it was glorious.
And it's been that way all week, I have to admit. We dropped the boys off at their grandparents last weekend, spent one night in Philly (and still managed to squeeze in three different cheesesteak outings), and have spent the rest of the week here at home, sans kids.
The first morning I woke up super early to phantom kid voices and that sense of OH SHIT WE'RE PROBABLY RUNNING LATE FOR SOMETHING. We stayed up super late for no other reason than we COULD, heading out to restaurants and bars and clubs just because LOOK AT US, WE'RE NOT PAYING FOR A BABYSITTER. And then we started sleeping in later and later until here we are today, bordering on full-time nocturnal.
In the hours in between, we painted Noah's bedroom and I got to work giving it a low-budget Minecraft theme -- I'm sensing Noah will be a bit disappointed that we didn't paint the floor-to-ceiling pixelated terrain and sky he asked for, but sorry, it took us a full YEAR finally paint over the purple and yellow flowers in there and I am not painting again when Minecraft suddenly isn't cool anymore. Which will probably happen in 3...2...1...
(New paint looked very very green next to the old purple paint but is actually a shade of grey that ACCORDING TO PINTEREST is the same shade of grey used in the game. I'm sure my 10.5 year old will be deeply impressed by my low-level commitment to this theme.)
And we did other exciting stuff like...laundry. We went to Ikea all by ourselves in search of a coffee table, decided not to buy a coffee table and got some napkins and meatballs instead. Jason reprogrammed our garage doors and washed the cars. I played with the pets a lot, watched the Olympics, and organized my closet.
(I originally typed "reorganized," which would suggest that it had been organized at some point, rather than just being a huge mess of topply piles and storage bins full of a frustrating mix of tank tops, sweaters and mismatched shoes. It's much better now!)
We also pushed the button. And I am somewhat disappointed to report that absolutely NOTHING happened. No alarms, no cops, and the linen closet didn't magically transform itself into a state-of-the-art panic room. Just...nothing.
After waiting a year to get up my nerve to push that damn thing, I feel vaguely ripped off.
Rey has discovered Noah's swing. She gets mad when I stop pushing.
Finn knows how to get up on the top bunk.
And this is what happens when you discover that a cat and/or cats used a Lego bin as a litter box, oh my heavenly gross god.
We were supposed to pick up the kids today and go back to Hersheypark (I still have a second days' worth of tickets from our sponsored trip), but then looked at the weather report of OH JUST ONE HUNDRED AND TEN DEGREES and decided that...no, that does not sound like a fun time for anyone.
Grandma offered to take them to the neighborhood pool today instead, then asked if it was okay for them to stay until tomorrow so they could meet some of their cousins.
All in all, it was a great week of grown-up alone time. And I now officially miss my kids so much my chest kind of hurts, so it's definitely time to get them back home. Tomorrow morning. Or you know, whenever we actually wake up.