This week, my husband took the older two kids on a whirlwind tour of Philly and the Jersey Shore while I stayed put with the littler two.
Since he had the help of his parents and my mom, and well, I had our sitter for a couple of days and um, just two little kids, we've both basically been on vacation.
I have to chuckle that I actually think two kids is a break, but it is. It's really one step below a week at the spa.
With the two of them, there's no fighting whatsoever. There are simultaneous naps where the house is completely quiet for two straight hours.
No cooking. Very little cleaning. And no guilt about a couple of television shows while I get a little work done.
I realize that having all the kids together means they do occupy each other. And in some cases, I do a little less with the older kids are around because I put them to work.
It's the first time in a long time that I actually emptied the dishwasher.
But I don't care how great it is to have all the kids together to keep the others entertained, there is something about the quiet and simplicity of the two that I've appreciated.
It's also amazing how much they miss each other, clamoring to talk to each other (and not me) when they talk on the phone.
"I want to go to the playgwound wif evweyone, Mom" Margot told me. She then listed off all the members of the family, in case I had forgotten.
It's all she knows.
And as much as I appreciate the bit of respite this week, I feel the same exact way.
Just ask me how I feel tomorrow afternoon when the hurricane arrives.
And I'm not talking about Irene.