two day pass

5:00 friday:

i kicked off the weekend with kenpo.

it felt good to get a sweat on despite the fact that no one else...not miss bit who wanted to use my computer, not t. bone who wanted to use the t.v. and not peanut who preferred i play ping pong with him...was in favor of my late afternoon workout.

after a shower, i took an over the moon miss bit for a solo sleepover at uncle b. bone and aunt a. bone's.

i just happened to stay for drinks and dinner.

bit was sous chef to her uncle's chef, and the two of them rocked to the police as they chopped and stirred and served up some delicious tacos.

my brother is the king of the perfectly charred tortilla, and there was talk of opening a food truck and cornering the street food market.

my girl was eager for me to eat and run so she could have her aunt and uncle all to herself.

8:00 saturday:

i first stirred on the grey morning to a wet nose and a loud purr.

oh and a you could hear a pin drop quiet of a house.

i was eager to get out of my dream in which i was expecting sextuplets, and get into hand wash cold.

hubby made veggie omelets and we lounged about shamelessly reading, writing and catching up on last week's reality t.v.

t. bone and miss bit played the day away with friends.

they weathered the wind and survived the snow.

eventually i dressed and made my way to the market to pick up only the necessities: wine for the gloaming, eggs for easter dying and spare ribs and sweet corn for the grill.

we lit candles in the dining room, put on music and convened for dinner long after dark.

7:30 sunday:

we hit the ground running...it's the absolute antithesis of our saturday.

sunday is no day of rest round here.

it was palm sunday so sro at church, yet we scored seats.

i found myself fighting back tears more than once while listening to the passion.

after a longer than usual mass, we stole away for a shorter than usual breakfast.

on the way home, we discussed lessons learned in sunday school.

t. bone confessed, "nothing."

apparently the 4th graders had their own last supper: donuts and apples washed down with orange soda, but they did pray before indulging.

the first graders talked about the meaning of easter, which miss bit had already forgotten, but she was quite sure it didn't have anything to do with a basket wielding bunny.

hubby and i stole away for a 6 miler in the sunny cold.

then i negated the benefits of the miles logged by sampling the dough and then the gooey cookies i made for the kids and their friends.

t. bone planted his tree...a stick of a sugar maple that i pray grows to one day tower over him.

my brother and sil came for a visit at the end of the day at the end of the weekend.

the boys got their baseball fix and the girls got their chat on.

we tucked the tired littles in bed late after a long weekend.

miss bit requested extra snuggle time trying to keep the blues at bay.

sadly it was time to say goodnight to two days of togetherness.