Fall Break 2011

This year the girlies were truly looking forward to their Fall Break from school. I however, not so much. I always look forward to when the girls are out of school. I feel greedy, wanting as much time with them as I can get before this precious too-short time of their little years runs out. However, I didn't know how to handle my classes and fall break simultaneously, never before being in school while they were out of school. The only way I survived this past semester in general was with the dear and charitable gifts given to me by friends and family that voluntarily watched the girls on assigned days of the week. I would drop them off at 9:30 in the morning and would then leave them there for playing, lunch, and naps, which all of these dear friends endured simply out of love for us. I still am in awe of their goodness. But can you sense my panic when I all of a sudden lost two whole study days? I was hyperventilating, desperately trying to figure out how on earth I would make it without turning in late assignments, missing tests, and falling behind in my oodles of reading. Additionally, I am the kind of student that needs silence while I study. We all know how that was absolutely NOT going to happen in the next several days. And so, I enlisted my sweet children's help. I explained to them what needed to be accomplished and that I knew they would be sacrificing their free time to help me. Not one of them complained. Not one. With smiles and actual happiness they for the next two days ran a household. They helped one another dress and make their beds in the morning, did each others hair, made each other breakfast and cleaned it up, as well as lunch. They played with one another throughout the morning and tidied up after themselves. I stayed sequestered away, trying to speed study, hoping that all was going well. I couldn't believe how effortlessly and perfectly it all went. I would make dinner for them but they would help each other get bathed and dressed in jammies, read stories to one another, and get everyone tucked in so I could come in and give everyone goodnight kisses. After seeing them do this Thursday and Friday, I knew they needed to know that their efforts had far surpassed what I had expected and that I wanted them to know how much I, their Daddy, and their Heavenly Father were proud of them and their peaceful choices over the last two days. So at the last minute late Friday afternoon I called them all into the living room and told them to quickly go grab their swimsuits, a pair of jammies, and their daddy blankets for a fun surprise. Of course you can imagine the giggles, squeals, and extreme excitement and enthusiasm. Some time ago I remembered reading in a family magazine the idea of taking a "staycation", instead of a vacation. The idea was to stay in your local area but treat it as if you were visiting somewhere else and have a vacation right at home. We hopped in the car and headed over to a local Marriott and had the best night. I love how when we do these little new adventures it brings about such a reduced level of stress and arguments amongst all of us. We swam for several hours, and some friends of ours even came and joined us. Afterwards we all walked over to a Denny's and had dinner together. We eventually walked back to our room, did nails, and watched late night Disney channel. All the girls were in heaven, and after they went to sleep, there was even a little desk for me to set up my laptop and get back to work. I felt such gratitude that somehow, even though in my mind it seemed impossible, I was able to get all my work done AND the girls were able to see what they are capable of. I was especially grateful that they were able to see that I love and appreciate all they do every single day. These girls deserve absolutely everything they ever get.