So I picked up the kids last night. Maria told me that since the kids were not helping her clean this weekend they were to be put work and help at my house.
I might love this woman!
She also told me to call more. She doesn't want me to be worried about calling. "You are family. The kids ask when you will call."
The 45 minute drive was just a constant stream of Mom, Mom, Mom. Giggling. And a discussion about who gets to massage Dad's feet. The answer was me because "you married him".
And that dog of ours. Happy as a clam.