My parents came into the city (pigs must be flying) to have dinner with me. They have Morgan for the week while my sister is on vacation. Her and Mike needed to get some alone time. My parents are both tired from dealing with a 2 year old, but I think they are loving having her the week. Besides being cranky from napping too late, “the girl” as she refers to herself was doing great. That kid always cracks me up. We ordered in because a certain little girl would probably not make people happy at a restaurant if we went out. Sometimes you just don’t take little kids to public places.
I had a good time, but too short a night. My dad was happy that the trip into manhattan wasn’t that long. I told him no traffic does that for you! I got points for my place being cleaner than my sisters. of course I don’t have a 2 year old. But on the other hand I don’t have a nanny that cleans up after said 2 year old, so I think I come out ahead if we were keeping score! My mom was surprised that my place was neater. My dad wasn’t. I was just glad they didn’t come over on friday, since I usually clean on Saturday’s.
Everything is now cleaned up after everyone left. For a 2 year old, Morgan can make a mess. I am off to bed soon, hopefully. I need to get back onto a work sleep schedule.