Yesterday I hopped on a plane and headed down South to spend the week watching my cousin's kids while he takes his wife to Hawaii for their 10th anniversary. The boys are 6 and 4 years old and super cute, how hard could a week of child-rearing be?
Famous. Last. Words.
I know, I probably jinxed myself. But it was practically a blizzard at home and I was high on the thought of vitamin D, and kids are my profession, so I figured it would be no big deal.
But I prepared ahead of time, thinking up lots of projects and ideas to keep them busy. My suitcase was 49.5 pounds of mostly craft supplies and I had visions of Mary Poppins dancing in my head as I traveled.
After some travel complications (I'm on an unlucky streak lately) I arrived later than planned, but the kids were excited. This morning started early when we drove to the airport, but overall, it's been a smooth day. Little boys love to talk about the toilet and have really short attention spans, so we have literally done a million things. It is going to be an interesting week. But so far, no tears or "I miss mom and dad." I was evil for a little while this evening because I made them clear their plates after dinner and then pick up all of the toys in the living room. But I told a few poop jokes afterward and won them back. Hopefully that continues to work. It should be an adventure.
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