After spending four days in Orlando with the most incredible women in this entire universe, Mamma and I sadly rode the van to the airport, quietly boarded the airplane, (yes, I enjoyed channel surfing again), and arrived back in our frosty, snowy, Northern New England town. The change in weather was enough of a shock to our systems, never mind the reality that we would not be surrounded by those beautiful women and the love and acceptance we experienced in Orlando.
Driving home from the airport we wondered what sort of a weekend it had been for the boys and the babysitter.
After navigating through three very excited dogs who met us at the door, we were greeted by a calm, sane babysitter. She told us the weekend was good. GOOD! No one ran away, hid in the woods, tried to harm themselves, or had any meltdowns. All behaviors we have seen in the past when we have been away from them.
One had his final basketball game of the season, they all went clothes shopping, to the movies, helped with dinner and the pets, did homeowrk--all pretty average stuff.
The best part was this:
The boys had baked and decorated a cake for us! They missed us! Yay!
I miss the Orlando Moms.