Whenever a mom (mine or my husband's) is coming to visit, I start counting down the days. I often find myself thinking: Just make it 'til [insert date of arrival]. (In this case, Thursday. I can do it!)
It's not like I'm particularly overwhelmed with life right now (as opposed to other times when one or the other has visited) so I was surprised by this reaction. Maybe it's just the idea of help, of someone who's excited to play with the kids all day long, of someone who will stay with my kids while my husband and I go out... those are just nice ideas. Really nice ideas.
So come quickly Grandma. I'm anxiously awaiting.
(I believe the kids the will enjoy your visit too...)
