Highlights of Thursday

How long is too long to leave your kids in the bath tub?  It sounds like a silly question, but seriously, I need to know.  How long is too long?  Yesterday, I allowed my two eldest kids to swim in the tub for nearly two hours.  I think I was close, if not far surpassing, the recommended allotment of tub time.  They were just swimming so nicely together and playing without fighting which is a rarity these days that well it seemed a shame to break it up by forcing them to get out of the tub.  When I finally did persuade them to get out (which by the way I did by faking like I was sick and needed a doctor) they had both turned into wrinkly little raisins.  So my “doctors” yesterday were wrinkled like a couple of old ladies who spent far too many hours of their youth in the sun, without sunscreen.  If I broke some bath tub time limit code or rule, then I am not sorry for it  because the lengthy bath kept my kids happy and entertained for a long time. Besides, that they have never been so sparkling clean for their sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa.

Have I ever mentioned that Thursday is my favorite day of the week?  Well it is.  It is tied into the whole best in-laws in the world theory that I shared earlier.  Thursday is the equivalent of a weekend all wrapped up neatly into one splendid, wonderful, sanity-preserving, day.  Thursday really is that important; it single-handedly protects any remaining morsels of sanity that I may have.  Thursday is the day when Grandma and Grandpa are not only available, but they actually plan on, taking care of my kids.  It is a beautiful thing.  It is as close to a day off as I get and I am eternally grateful for Thursdays, and more specifically for my in-laws, as a result. Yes I do love both so much.  So I sit here at Panera enjoying what remains of my “weekend” which is about five more minutes and two sips of my coffee so I better make the most of it and get off here.  Oh and the TV remains lifeless at our house.
Vern out