After my parents visit last weekend, i took the kids back to my parents house in Washington. Its nice to get out of the house, but life isn't much different. Same routine, different location. And guilt about cleaning the house instead of playing with the kids is exchanged for guilt about my family taking care of my kids to give me a break...I want this trip to be break. I want to relax, but it feels like more work. The kids don't sleep well, everything is chaotic, unorganized. But it is nice to get to see my family and have grown up interaction. Its nice to not have to worry about the house being a mess, its nice to not think about groceries, meals, laundry. I am just going to try to enjoy myself. Hopefully we will get to the gym sometime so i don't gain ten hundred pounds this week.