During their extra week of vacation, the girls had a ball doing a whole lot of everything. They had one on one time with Mimi, Poppa, Auntie Em, and their cousins. They played at the pool, learned a little about golf, went shopping, enjoyed marathon Monopoly games, and even had a home-spa night. It was a great week full of fun and memories.
While the girls were in NC, Scott, Mick, and I enjoyed a great week, too, but the rhythm was different. Like an orchestra playing, a family's rhythm takes all the members of the house. With only three of us at home, it was a completely different beat. The washing machine and dish washer weren't humming at all times. There was no squabbling over who got the bigger serving of dessert. And not even once was there an argument over the TV channel, Mick watched whatever he wanted, simple as that. For one glorious week, Mick learned what it was like to be an only child. And guess what, he missed Sarah and Jaley. So did Scott and I. It was quieter, calmer, and there was definitely less to pick up. As nice as it was, it wasn't our regular, crazy rhythm.
Last night, all three of us went to pick up the girls at the airport, even though the task only really needed one of us. The girls walked off the plane and we welcomed them home with giant smiles and hugs. As we drove home down the highway, all three kids started fighting over a junky Happy Meal toy. Then, Scott and I snapped in, "Can't you kids even go five minutes without a fight." Then, I knew the family rhythm was back to normal. It may be zany; it may be mania, but it is our family rhythm. It takes all five of us to play our symphony, even it it's slightly off key.
That is life in MomZania.