It was only 4 p.m. and it already felt like the longest day ever. For the first time in about two years due to COVID, we were seeing my extended family as my mother hosted a party for the Fourth of July. She pulled out all the bells and whistles to make sure everyone was happy, and that also brings added angst for people like me to help her pull it off.
Of course, my children had about a two-hour stretch where they refused to cooperate, as they were whining and crying over the smallest things despite having a huge water slide and pool at their disposal. It was a struggle to say the least.
By some miracle, I finally got the kids back on the water slide and having fun. As my husband stood next to me, I realized that everyone’s attention was absorbed on the water slide and the smiles and laughs emanating from all the kids at the party. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for all day.
“Come with me,” I said to my husband while grabbed his hand and walked into my mother’s house.