Last Friday night I drove to Lake Tahoe for a ski weekend with my two daughters. But something was amiss. Where was my husband?
Oh yes, thankfully, he still has a job - and had to end up working the entire weekend that we had planned our little ski getaway. Not to worry, I've got friends up at the cabin and all will be well! I can handle this!
Night drives after a long week of kid-minding are no big deal. Rainy, and possibly snowy road conditions are nothing to worry about. Arriving after 11pm is fashionably late. Skidding out on the driveway just makes it all the more fun. Putting mittens on my kids for the 20th time is helping my fine motor skills. Two kids bunking in MY bed because they needed extra cuddles...jury is still out on that one.
Herding the children into ski school, a relief! Taking some runs for myself in fresh powder - exhilerating! Hot tub, ahhhhhhhhh. Am I really doing this? Hey, who needs a husband anyhow?
Sunday morning: "OK kids, let's get packed up and back to your father before I turn into Angry Mommy".
Well, it was worth a shot!