I'm mulling over the past week in my head. Determining what parts I can get away with discussing here. Odds are pretty slim my mother-in-law will never stumble across this, but I still need to be mindful of my words. I can say that no one got their feelings hurt this week...or at least not to the degree where they were looking for earlier flights out...again. We'll call that progress.
She and her sister also stayed at a hotel this time around...we were already full up with Sean's brother and 2-year-old nephew. I'm sure the extra space helped with the tolerance. That and the fact that last trip I was dealing with a 2-month-old, a meltdown prone 2-year-old and a husband who was either not home or sleeping. Yeah...I didn't have a whole lot left in the way of tolerance or patience.
And so...our wild and wacky week ends with two cases of pink eye and one sick husband. But I still have chocolate cake left. And a quiet house.