(No more, "We have NOTHING to color." Thank you, Dollar Store)
Ben has Fridays off. The excitement level of the kids escalates ten-fold. I don't take it personally. A hero-dad is an awesome thing, I wouldn't trade it.
We invited Grandma and Grandpa out to lunch at Great Harvest. If I can't have the sun shining, I'll take soup and Great Harvest bread without complaint. My parents don't "fun-seek" as often as we do, so I think they enjoy our invitations to play and we LOVE the company. Grandma and Grandpa are still VERY magical to the kids and I love it.
Fridays are pizza and a movie night. I tried to counteract late-night consequences by FORCING Lincoln and Annie to nap. Grouchy weekend-kids is not my idea of a fun weekend. Ben and I graciously joined them. Who doesn't love a family nap? However, I am completely idealistic. As you can see, we didn't get too far. I had to kick Lincoln out of the bed. Ben left shortly after, and only then, did Annie and I get to sleep. There's nothing like little appendages dangling across your body as you sleep. It's sweet, at first. Then I start to sweat. Little appendages get hot after awhile. Not so sweet after that.
Add to our excitement Ben busting a lamp! He was hitting a balloon back and forth with the kids. He obviously got a little too excited, knocking the lampshade off AND shattering the lightbulb! I'd say he earned the right to clean up that mess. I think the kids loved seeing that Dad makes mistakes, too. Things like this make me love HOME. You can mess up, get in trouble, but it's safe [unless I'M having a bad day, then watch out!]. You learn and grow in love, EVEN when you screw up. The World isn't quite as forgiving.