It was a lovely weekend. It still seems surprising to me, that things are so EASY now.
Friday night, we decided to go out for Marc’s birthday. Going with all five kids to a restaurant is not an easy feat, because they all get loud and crazy, plus restaurants are still a little tricky for Sam. Adding to the complications was that Marc works an hour and a half a way, in a job that rarely allows him to walk out the door at five o’clock. So we went to the mall.
I know, it seems a little goofy, but it was actually brilliant. The three older girls danced off as soon as we got there, and I took the younger two wandering all over the place. We did the escalators an absurd number of times, and wondered about what to eat. It’s hard with Sam – still. He likes a lot more than he did, but making choices can still throw him for a loop, and he needs to really see the food (and smell it, especially) before he’ll know if he likes it or not. So he had a minor panic attack, but I pulled him away from everyone, and talked him down. He ate french fries and pretzels for dinner.
Saturday morning, I got up early and went to work. Marc was home with the kids, and by the time I got home, my head was throbbing and the house was in shambles. We were supposed to go to a party that afternoon, but ended up canceling and staying home. We napped (oddly enough) and just chilled out all day. Sunday wasn’t a lot different. Instead of working all morning, we went to a wedding for some friends at the Beth Israel. Then we came home. It was a rainy afternoon, and we just chilled, played card games, read a lot.
It’s still so lovely, just to be at home, with everyone happy and not in any pain.