We've all got more than our fair share of things to gripe about, so I thought I'd share a small triumph. 

Skids (13 & 15) came for the weekend. When they arrived, I was polite, but didn't say much. I'm never 100% sure which version of these kids I'm going to get, so I just kept watching my TV show and waited to see how the evening would unfold. We did end up having a nice time that night--I was working on some art stuff while sd13 scribbled in her sketchbook. She was being a decent human and I could see she was a little frustrated by the limitations of her drawing supplies, so I kindly shared mine with her. She even said thank you. I felt like that was a good trade off--act like the nice kid I know you can be, and I'll also be nice. That was the most interaction I had all weekend though. 

The rest of the weekend I worked. I had a friend over I hadn't seen in some time--we sat outside and visited by ourselves. I kept myself busy. I was never rude or cold or distant--I was friendly, just in a more detached way I guess. If any drama happened with chores or showering or whatever, I have no idea because I had zero involvement in any of it. I never even cooked one meal. My kids were mostly MIA all weekend, so I saw no reason for me to "mom" anything. I kindly reminded my husband earlier in the week that we'd need more groceries before his kids came, and he took care of it, no problem. I just left him to everything and he handled it. 

This is big for me because I think I'm kind of a control freak. Or rather, I self impose a feeling of needing to be on top of everything because I'm the mom of the house. But it was nice to let go. My husband can handle himself--he is also a capable parent. I knew this....but I didn't really know it. If that makes sense.

I think I can do this. I quite like the idea of picking and choosing when and how I interact. And also....I may or may not have recently lined up the weekends I work to fall on the weekends they come here....lol.

Hope you all have a great week.