It takes [more than] a village

The only thing worse than catering 8 parties in five days is the guilt of knowing you can't possibly be a good parent while you do it. Praying they don't remember the neglect, I had my kids farmed out most of the day(and night).

Not only did they beg to know who would keep them next, they couldn't stop talking about the adventures they had with their loved ones. I could feel my neck begin to loosen as they eagerly shared the joys of fishing and ballet. No guilt necessary, these are the most fortunate kids I know. Weary grandparents refuse to show their exhaustion--just great stories to make me feel like it was a walk in the park.

Now, for next week....