The weekend

This weekend, we did everything we could to make it about the kids (i.e. Silas because really Gavin is just along for the ride, and I was still reeling with mom guilt over this preschool thing).

On Saturday, we scrolled through list after list of things to do in the Metroplex on our phones.  We finally settled on trekking an hour and a half to the North Texas Fair to spend a bunch of money and sweat and take turns talking each other off the ledge of crankiness.  What's important, though, is that I felt slightly better about the mom guilt of leaving my child crying every, single morning last week because Silas had a good time and smiled a lot.  Gavin mostly tried to climb out of the wagon, laughed hysterically at his brother, and dumped a bottle of water all over himself and his pallet.  Whatever, it was hot, and I'd have done it too if I could have gotten away with it.

We were all in bed by 9.  Silas snuggled up to his iPad, Gavin snuggled up to his bottle, Jimmy and I still bitching about how hot it was and sort-of holding hands over the covers and watching Lockup (yep, we're boring.  No, it wouldn't matter if the kids were there or not.  Yes, we're perfectly fine with that.)

Sunday, Gavin and I got up before everyone else (we usually do).  We had breakfast together and played ball and watched HGTV until the rest of the house came straggling into the living room (after that, I lose all control of the remote).

We had lunch with my friends who were in town from Arkansas.  Lunch was at Shenaniganz, which is a grown-up version of Chuck-E-Cheese.  Silas and Rowden stood in the booth and talked over Christen's head while we ate lunch and Gavin did what he could to consume a napkin.  

Eventually, we made it to the arcade where Silas and Rowden each took approximately half an hour for each game of ski-ball and collected enough tickets to trade in for plastic airplanes and the like.

I love Texas.  Honestly, I do.  It feels like home, and I love raising my kids here.  But, I hate that I am missing raising my kids with my friends from home.  I hate that I see them, maybe, once a year.  I couldn't go back even if I wanted to (divorces and visitation agreements and such), and I'm not sure that I would if I could.  I just wish there was a way to have it all - all being my life in Texas and my friends from home.

We got home and turned the living room into kid-zone until dinner (we block it off, throw down toys, and let the kids take over).  Everyone had the sniffles and Gavin started running fever.  

At bedtime, I gave everyone medicine and went to bed feeling like crap (only Tylenol for me - yipee!)  This morning, we all still felt bad, but I'm mean (j/k, well, I can be, but this time it was just because I've had a lot of time off lately) and made everyone (except Jimmy who is still in bed with a pile of medicine I left next to his head) go to their respective daytime haunts.

Silas still cried this morning (because he's going to do it all year - obviously).  Gavin is still fighting fever (which I'm 99% sure is his teeth).  Vivian has let me feel her kick approximately 3 times this weekend.  And I'm being mom, which means feeling like crap but going about the day anyway because no one has time for me to feel like crap.

Happy Monday.