Thursday is the best day of the week for me. We go to my grandparents house, about 45-60 minutes away in the suburbs. We leave early (around 8am), and don't leave their house sometimes until 6:30pm.
My grandpa (Opa) runs outside as soon as he sees our car pull up, and grabs DD or DS. We go inside and he pulls out the huge collection of toys they have collected from friends/neighbors, for my kiddos.
My grandma (Oma) usually has lunch already going on the stove, but I always eat breakfast while we're there (saying that DS didn't eat much, but it's really for me). My grandpa takes DD in the stroller, or takes DS for a bike ride.
My kids have the best time; we go for walks, play in the yard, pick fruit from their trees, Oma sets the little inflatable pool up. I spend tons of time eating (because I hardly get a chance any other time), talking to my grandma, reading a small portion of the paper from Sunday (since I never get to otherwise).
I am there taking care of the kids the whole day, but somehow I always feel like Thursday is my day off. :-)
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