On Sunday, my girlfriend and I pulled off “The Great Mom-Me Escape.”
I didn’t even know I was part of the conspiracy to do this (I swear!).
Earlier in the week my son and her son were BEGGING to get together. Every afternoon there was a request.
So she suggested that on Sunday, her boys come over to my house and then I leave and come to scrapbook at her house. That sounded simple enough.
But honest, by “boys” I figured she just meant her 8-year-old, and that her nearly 13-year-old would like just want to hang at his own house.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my 4-year-old daughter. She’s bit clingy with me, but I figured with the boys there and a computer, she would keep busy.
Sunday morning my girlfriend called while my family was shopping after church. She said the boys would be over about noon to watch football.
That’s when it hit me… she meant ALL her boys, husband included.
PERFECT.
I quickly let my hubby know. His response: “I’m picking up some gameday food!”
Our nearly empty cart got quickly full with pizzas, chips and dip.
The game was afoot.
Two hours later, she and her family came over with MORE food (hey, we have three growing boys between us!). Everyone ate. The three younger kids (4, 7 and nearly 9) ran upstairs to play.
The three big boys (two husbands and a growing teen) plopped in front of the big screen.
My friend and I dashed to the car and out the driveway.
Ahh….
I returned three hours later to half eaten pizza in the office, cold wings on the oven, dirty dishes in the sink …
And eight scrapbook pages done.
One happy mommy.
We took all the kids outside to toss the football around and play at the park.
Next week? My husband invited them all over again.
I can’t wait.