Whew - just got back from lovely Ventura, CA. Julie and I went and stayed with her parents, in her childhood home. It was not at all unlike a week-long sleepover with a high school girlfriend. And five kids. Julie's dad even took us out for ice cream.
We tried to be our most patient selves, to be the most relaxed go-with-the-flow Mamas we could. We left the house without knowing where we would eventually arrive. We didn't worry about who had eaten what and when. We sang songs about Jesus. We diverted cranky preschoolers with tickles and pink milk. We drank wine in the afternoon. It was exhausting! And I found that it confused my children mightily.
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