Make sure you time it so it coincides with a weekend at/near your parents house.
Our plan was to spend the weekend celebrating our niece Xar's birthday camping at the East Fork of the Bear River. It ended up with me knocked out with a cold. And not your average cold. I don't believe in doing things half way. This was a c-o-l-d!
Let me tell you, having a cold at my house versus having a cold at my parents house are two very different scenarios. One involves me never getting to rest because life has to keep going and I am the only one to make that happen. The other involves copious amounts of rest while my children are spoiled worse than I am.
Sigh.
Thanks mommy and daddy!
p.s.
This was an overheard conversation this evening:
Bryce: When someone is talking to you, you listen! (Oh how many times have I said that exact statement to him?)
Sylas: I don't want to hear what you're saying!
Bryce: You are being a big fat meaner!
Sylas: I am not big OR fat!
p.p.s.
They are now snuggled up against each other watching cartoons.