Saturday, March 3, 2012
My parents took the boys on Saturday for an overnighter so FireDad and I could have a date night. We’ve been under a lot of stress as of late with house issues, work and two little boys who can’t be in the same room without pushing each others’ buttons. They had been missing Papau and YiaYia and I had been missing my husband. It was win-win.
We met at a city that rests almost exactly between here and there. I got out of our vehicle and my Dad exclaimed, “What’s with all the green! It’s not St. Patrick’s Day yet!” So I reminded him of my love for green and explained #17daysofgreen. He laughed; he’s used to my “unique” ideas after all. He’s my Dad! He’s been around for all of them.
They drove off in one direction with the boys while FireDad and I drove off in another.
Sunday, March 4
I met my parents for dinner tonight to pick up the boys. They were already getting seated when I walked into the restaurant. My Dad took a look at me and said, “What’s up? You’re not wearing any green!” I pointed at my pants. “Yes I am! It’s not all green, all the time. You can wear all kinds of colors with green!” He laughed his laugh. I hugged my boys, chatted through dinner and did-not-enjoy a shamrock smiley cookie.
Eat ‘n Park smiley cookies are cute — but gross.
The boys seem refreshed and happy. FireDad and I are refreshed and happy. Another week of green awaits… and I feel absolutely ready to tackle it head on.
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