Last night as we were getting ready for bed, at the late hour of 9:30 pm, my husband commented on how much he likes our "adventurous weekends". And I burst out laughing because we didn't even leave our house for the three days my husband had off.
Our adventurous weekend involved lots of laundry, not so much sleep, and a house full of sick kids. Thursday night we shifted off getting up and cleaning up after each kid would throw up about every half hour. It was a heck of a night.
As the boys were sick again Friday night and Saturday night we spent the days taking care of sad babies and shifting off naps between the two of us. Our adventure was dramatically banding together to somehow keep our home afloat in a sea of sickness and laundry. Teamwork can somehow feel adventurous. Especially when you're working together for the sake of your little family.
In actuality our weekend really didn't seem that bad. We somehow both didn't become complete grumps, kept our kids somewhat happy (visits from grandparents helped out there as well), and fit in some of our favourite things to do like play board games on the iPad and watch a lot of football. You know you married the right person when you can spend a weekend cleaning up baby throw-up with someone and still have a good time!