Well that was an adventure.  Two kids.  Two days.  One dad.   An incredible weekend.

Surrounded by the loving and enthusiastic support of my mom, dad, sister and brother-in-law we had an awesome time.  And nobody got hurt.

We played, sang, danced and screamed!

On Saturday we went to the zoo and they rode a camel with their aunt.

If that wasn't enough, later that day we went to Chuck E. Cheese's and tore it up!

I wont lie.  It was a lot of work – even with the extra helping hands.

I forgot to give them their vitamins Saturday in the morning when they usually get them.

But they got their vitamins.  A little late… but they got them.  Oops.

And… I forgot to change my clothes Saturday and spent the entire time at the zoo and Mr. Cheese's with a coffee stain in the shape of the former Soviet Union right in the middle of my white t-shirt…. pretty…. 

But nobody cared what I looked like.  Including me.

And nobody was close enough to know what I smelled like.  But I was at a freakin' zoo most of the time, so there was always a defenseless animal around I could blame the stink on…. 🙂

Most importantly, however, my wife got the break she so desperately needed.

I'm not sure she got all the “rest” she needed considering she went out with her sister and a friend until 3:30 a.m. Saturday night… or technically Sunday morning.

But she got a break.  She had a lot of fun.  And she was happy.

Then on Sunday, the little terrible husband floating over my left shoulder almost ruined the whole thing.

See, in my mind, the point of the weekend was to take the kids away so she could rest.

So when she mentioned she got in at 3:30 a.m., the little terrible husband whispered in my ear: “You did this so she could rest.  What's up with Party-pants McGillicutty?”

I hate that guy.  He's quite handsome.  But he gets me in a lot of trouble.

Then the good husband floating over my right shoulder said: “Don't listen to that guy.  You're giving her a break.  What she chooses to do with it is not the point.  Your point may have been to let her rest, but this isn't about you.  Your point isn't really what's important here.”

I love that guy.  He was right.  And he's also quite handsome.

Who cares whether she chose to “rest” or “play” while we were away?

I had fun.  The kids had a blast.  My family was psyched to hang out with the kids (and at least happy that I was there to drive…).  And Party-pants McGillicutty got a break.  Her break.

Mission.  Accomplished.

How was your weekend?

Did you fight the little terrible husband or wife floating over your shoulder?

Get ready for an awesome week!