Scotts ended up working late so our weekend started a little late. But we had a fun evening of house hunting and enjoyed chic-fil-a for dinner. The boys loved the hotel and thought the breakfast was amazing. We spent Saturday looking at lots and drove up to see the rexburg temple.
I wish I could say I had an amazing weekend. I had been looking forward to it for a week and in my head had this blog post full of happy memories and pictures. I guess that was my first mistake.
Since moving from Idaho, I have let my parenting slip. I wanted to make the transition as easy as possible and have let them get away with more than I should. I felt like the whole weekend was disciplining little things that they have already mastered, but have forgotten. Honestly, I walked away discouraged a less rejuvenated than ever. My heart is a bucket full of emotion and the frustration is starting to take over. I'm kind of drowning, but am trying my best to refuse it.
Don't get me wrong, there were good parts to the weekend. Like Scott telling the boys nighttime stories as we shared a hotel room. Or trying to come up with a dog name for our future puppy. And watching Cache hid in our suitcase naked. It was fun. Just not the weekend I had hoped for.