And Then Came Monday...

My view this weekend: 

My view come Monday:

Boxes, boxes everywhere...

I mean...

I really shouldn't even talk about it because I sound like a big fat jerk but here's how it all went down. 

Months ago I planned a beach trip to celebrate my best friend's upcoming nuptials.

Ick. Nuptials. Nuptials is a gross word. It sounds too much like victuals, which is another gross word. 

Less than two weeks ago we found out we needed to move out of our house within the week. In fact, we found out we needed to move on Friday on Sunday. 

And that's when I realized Billy was scheduled to watch the kids that weekend because I was supposed to be at the beach. And now he was scheduled to move the entire house without me. WITHOUT ME!

Insert the grownups in my life telling me I should just bow (bough out?) of the trip. 

Don't worry, kids! 

I shuffled through the guilt and recriminations and headed to the beach. 

And to the pancakes:

Hey, see that orange slice! That meant it was totally healthy!

We had a time. 

Yep, a time.

A big, fat, fun time.

Was their guilt while this was going on? 

Yep. 

"Really, Mom. I'm astonished at you. Leaving Dad with all that work."

There was guilt but there was also this:

Rainbows

So, yes. I hyperventilated just a bit when I walked in and saw boxes in every square inch of the apartment but hey...

...totally worth it.