When I was little, my grandma took me to The Nutcracker year after year. I loved everything about getting dressed up, eating somewhere fancy and taking in the beauty of Playhouse Square. Even better than going as a child, is growing up and being able to watch my children share this experience with their great-grandma.
I had all my fingers and toes crossed that they'd enjoy the show. Thankfully, they loved it and have already requested we go again next year.
All that fun, left us exhausted. I'll happily sleep at the foot of my bed so there is room for these sweet girls.
I can honestly say that for the five days Mate was away, our girls were as lovely as can be. They played together without arguing, listened to nearly every request the first time it was given and lent a helping hand when needed.
We made snow, visited the library, ate breakfast for dinner and watched holiday movies.
It was all going so well, until . . .
Ava came down with a virus. Um . . . no, thank you. Do you people know how much I rely on Mate when the girls get sick? It's just about the only time I don't have to make any decisions. I'm all like: Daddy will make you feel better or Daddy will know what to do or Go tell Dad what's bothering you. I thoroughly enjoy pawning all that responsibility off on him, so it's quite inconvenient when he happens to be in a different time zone.
However, I'm happy to report that Mia and Eliana helped care for their sister and I properly dosed all her medicine.
On our last night alone, Mia and Eliana helped bake gingerbread cookies and we even managed to get Ava off the couch long enough to decorate her own cookie.
Needless to say, we were more than ready for Mate to return.
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