Thankful: Day fourteen

I made breakfast Thursday morning, and stood back to see if the kids would eat up or decline said breakfast favorites. I've seen enough horror shows to know the key to survival is sussing out when your pal is infected and Zombie-bound, and I've had the stomach flu enough times to know that I wasn't about to begin a 2 hour drive with would be Zombies/Vomiteers if I could help it.

They ate up, and I packed up the car and away we went for the long weekend, seeing friends, and family.

(I came back home to Christmas shop with Greg while the kids visited my parents. Ahead who? Unheard of.)

{thankful for the good kind of tired that comes from a weekend well-spent}