Mommy guilt

I'm torn. This weekend is our annual Duff girls' weekend. I am thrilled to be going, it's always a fun time and we get to be silly and eat a lot and go to some cultural/community thing we never do otherwise. This year I'm a mommy and I have been telling myself, oh yes, no problem, I'm so happy to have a couple days to do adult stuff, whoopee!
Mom & Dad are coming to stay with the babies for the weekend and Mom wanted me to write down their routine and whatever other stuff they need to know. Routine? Ha. But I did start making a few notes, and the more I do, the more I am starting to miss them before I even leave, and I feel guilty for going away when I could be spending time with them, etc etc etc. I guess it just comes with the territory. There's all these little things we do that I guess are routine for us, even if it's just a certain way we get them ready for bed or play with them, or whatever.
But then I tell myself it's only once a year, and they'll live, and they love Papa and Grandma, and they love the babies, and they'll be in good hands and I'm just being a drama queen. I guess.
So if you see my babies this weekend give them a kiss for me.

Who, me?

So, I'm the one who never posts anything. I think about it a lot. Then I just get tired. Of course I don't go to bed. I surf. Then I think about it some more. Then I surf. Waste more time. Enjoy the quiet after everyone's asleep. I always think I have too much to say about nothing special and that I won't get it all said, so why even try? I guess I'll just take a stab at it then...

This coming weekend is going to be busy and FUN. Brett's got continuing ed in Des Moines. It's my girls' weekend. Aaron comes home from Nicaragua on Saturday night. Julie & Nicole leave for Hawaii on Sunday at 1am. Mom and Dad are staying the entire weekend and watching the babies. I think they have no idea what they are in for, other than they get to show them off Sunday morning. Little do they know. (Insert evil laugh)

We had a very traditional Chinese buffet Easter dinner today at the Metro Buffet. They even tried to make it Easter-ish: there was ham and fried potatoes on the buffet, next to the lo mein & crab legs. Mom called around yesterday to find a place that would be open. I thought earlier in the week about possibly making dinner but then I got the sinus thing and heck, I didn't really want to do it anyway. Everyone came over afterward though so that was nice. David spent some quality time with Grandpa Louis. Mom came through on the peanut butter eggs - I told her yesterday that the babies really liked those A LOT. Good babies. Such great taste. Excuse me, I think I have a little peanut butter here on my cheek.

Mom wants me to write down everything for them this coming weekend. How do I tell her we don't really have a routine? Maybe if I try to write things down this week I'll discover that maybe we kind of do. It's just not by a clock. It's more like what's next, after this? And oh yeah, we should do that too. And hey, they're kind of stinky. Have they had a bath in recent memory?