Over the weekend Charlie and I went to the annual American Airlines Celebrity Ski event in Vail. It is a three-day fundraiser for Cystic Fibrosis and this year we think they raised over 1 million dollars. Awesome!
It was nice to go, not only because Charlie and I got to spend some much needed time together, but also because we got to do it without the kids. Especially the one who will remain unnamed that is constantly yelling and crying and saying "Mommy" over and over. We got to ski, which was fun but I haven't done it for about ten years. The first day was challenging and I was extremely tired and sore and whiny by the time we finished, but the next day was much better (and I rested more and made Charlie quit early so we could do a little shopping).
It's a good thing that we enjoyed ourselves because that may be the last time my parents are willing to stay with the kids for a long weekend. Not that they were bad, just a lot of work, especially that baby. My dad did tell me before he left that he was glad that I was able to get away because now he knows just how difficult it is to be with the kids all day. Very sweet.
Since I have returned Amanda has been extra clingy. If I am not holding her she is not happy, which makes it pretty hard to get all the unpacking and laundry done. For a few moments I thought maybe it wasn't worth leaving her if that was what I had to come back to, but then I reminded myself that someday she will be off living her own life, and if I don't spend time with her Daddy now then we won't have much of a life of our own after the kids are grown.
That is the goal - raising self-sufficient, well-adjusted kids that leave for college and don't return so Charlie and I can travel and celebrate our greatest accomplishments, our children. Too bad right now that goal is clouded by three self-absorbed, crying, pooping, cranky pants that drain my energy more than you will ever know.
Ahh, living the dream:)
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