Today K and I spent part of the day at my parents house helping to get ready for our early family Christmas by setting up and decorating the Christmas tree. We are so fortunate to live close to my parents (3kms away) and see them on a regular basis. K was a pretty happy girl, giving smiles and a few laughs with her grandma and grandpa. I'm so glad she gets to see them as often as we do and that they get to spend so much time with their granddaughter.
Then tonight I was out for dinner celebrating my sister-in-law's birthday. With my hubby working night shift, we enlisted the help of Grandma and Grandpa to babysit while I was away.
I was on my second glass of wine, and had just pushed my plate away, looking forward to the leftovers that I would have in my fridge to eat tomorrow. It was a great meal and I was enjoying chatting with the wonderful ladies. Then my cell rang. Although I couldn't hear it in the background, there was apparently some major crying going on at home. Could I come home?
I had carpooled with my sister, so I stole her keys and hit the road - trying to get home quickly to soothe the babe and give relief to the grandparents who I know felt bad for calling. I pulled in the driveway, and flew in the house, only to be "shushed" by my mother. The babe was in my dad's arms, fast asleep as he paced the floor singing Jingle Bells.
Hopefully they all make up the next time they see eachother. I'm sure it won't be hard to forgive and forget about their little "disagreement".
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