With Bret away at work, and additional meetings popping up that would keep him away in October, I called my mom. I am loving Ireland, but worried I might be getting worn down with the stress of the move, moving boxes, new school schedules and such. Within 5 days of my call, I picked up my amazing mom from the Dublin airport and determined to keep her awake that first day by taking her out shopping!
The kids and I were SO thrilled when she arrived! We have the greatest time when my mom comes. She helps with homework, loves to take walks, listens as the kids read to her, makes fabulous drawings I steal from her and later frame, is happy to spend the day lounging around the house and equally happy to jump in the car and run to the local hardware store with me to get new parts for the shower. She is easy, helpful, fun and my best friend. What a blessing to have her with us for three weeks.
One weekend, when the kids were home I talked everyone into a walk. I have a terrible sense of direction and apparently no awareness of distance. Our target location was a park near two villages down... I didn't realize just how far it was. The kids barely made it and we took the subway back (it was three stops away!) The kids ran between us playing "midgit attack" and other nonsense games and I kept checking my phone and saying the park was just around the corner. Or the next corner. Or the next...
We took her to Weston's soccer practice, the Pet Stop (where she witnessed Shaynie pleading for a hamster, we made bread, ran kids to birthday parties,we watched Downton Abbey, we arranged my paintings and furniture, we hiked along the coast, and we ate yummy food!
Homemade French onion soup for two!
Shaynie's best friend had a birthday party where all the girls got to have horse riding lessons--Shaynie was in HEAVEN!
Bret came home for a few days and we all took a hike up the coast.
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