We savored a delicious dinner in a new to us spot. We lingered over dessert relishing in the intimate dinner for two. Upon arrival home, we tossed on a movie we had seen before so we can carry on the conversation with background noise. We slept in until our bodies ached with the grogginess of the late morning. Hot coffee was enjoyed while curled up on the couch in my PJs—tucked under an old worn quilt. It was the break we had been needing. Then the text came in.

Really? The boys wanted to stay and Regular Grandpa’s house again? Grandpa wants them even after they were wake until after 10:30 last night and up before 7:00 this morning?

He’s named Regular Grandpa distinguish him from Great Grandpa.  It’s a nickname given long ago by our oldest and it’s just stuck. 

Does he even have enough diapers for the baby? What about swim lessons early tomorrow morning? I better just call to see if he knows what he’s gotten himself into.

Yes. We have plenty to diapers. George mentioned wanting to stay two nights so I packed extra just in case. 

No, Mommy. I’m ok with missing swim lessons. I want to stay with Grandpa. 

Don’t worry about McKenna, either. I called Eve and told her I would pick her up. She wants to stay, too. 

I’m really OK with it. They have their hearts set on it. I’ll bring them home in the morning. 

Love you, Mommy. See you tomorrow. 

And it’s settled. Kid free for another day and night. We don’t even know what to do with ourselves. Thanks to my accountability post, my house is actually not a disaster for once. Saturdays and Sundays are usually reserved for furiously cleaning and prepping for the coming week. We went to dinner last night. We watched the movie. We slept in. Now what?

Aaron wants to run a few errands. I’m enjoying a rare afternoon coffee. We are planning a super casual dinner after picking up groceries. This is what life is like without kids. I had forgotten. Your time is your own. You can just sit and relax. Finish your book. Watch TV shows you have fallen behind on.

Aaron is a little offended that our kids didn’t jump at the chance to come home to their very uncool parents. But I think I could get used to these extended sleepovers every once in a while.