This weekend my mom, sister, Damien, and Lucy(fer) came up to spend the weekend with me in Philadelphia. I plied the kids with sugar, made them run around like crazy, and let them stay up. As payback they got up at 6:00 on Saturday morning. Little bastards. It was all well and good until 4:30 Sunday morning when Un-boyfriend called my sister with some scary news: my brother-in-law was having a heart attach and was at the hospital. The damage is pretty extensive, and the doctor’s have said the next few days are critical. He’s 34.
My mother and sister left at 5:00 am to drive to Virginia to be with him – leaving me alone with the kids. They know daddy is sick and mommy went to go take care of him, but we’re not telling them anything else. For now they’re under the impression that the three of us are on a little mini vacation together.
Unfortunately they missed the part about how you’re supposed to sleep in on vacation. They get the whole staying up late, but my niece was up by 6:30 this morning. I had to get up earlier than if I would have gone to work. Ugh.