SURVIVED !

We did survive the weekend with Abby and Roman and even lived to tell about it. It was a great weekend for us all. K & B had a good time in Belfast, Northern Ireland and were back here this morning in time for 11 AM mass.  They spent yesterday taking a bike tour of the country side and enjoying some good Irish cooking. They caught up on some sleep and came back refreshed. Until this evening when they sat down with the kids to do home work. It took 3 hours for Roman to do 9 math problems and for Abby to practice her penmanship on 10 words. Ger and I left for the pub!

After our day at the horse show yesterday the kids and I watched "Puss in Boots" last night and had lights out by 9. Both kids slept great last night but Abby was awake at 7 standing at the side of my bed staring at me. (The night before she did that at 4 AM and scared the bejebbers out of me.) WE snuggled for a bit and then got up to make some breakfast. We didn't see Roman till 9 just before Kyle and Bridget returned from their weekend get-a-way. Both kids were dragging their butts today but managed to hang in there through mass and lunch at a great Italian restaurant in town. After lunch we stopped in Daniels department store so Roman could shop for a remote controlled air plane with the money he got for his birthday. Daniels didn't have planes but they did have a helicopter. We came home and Kyle and Roman went into the kitchen to see what this helicopter involved. Some where along the way Roman jammed a screw into the works of the remote and that was the end of the remote. The two had to return to Daniels with the broken remote and exchange it for another one. That was about the point when Abby started her home work and Ger and I decided to escape to the local pub.
We are back now, the kids are in bed, K & B have retired to their room to bang their heads against the wall and wonder why they ever decided to have children and why they came back from Ireland so quickly. The home works are done, the out of control helicopter that took off in the kitchen (thank heavens for 20 foot ceilings in this house) is now back in the box until Roman and his dad can go fly it OUTSIDE, grandma and grandpa are ready to call it a day and Bridget and I are actually 2 very proud mother's this Mother's Day.