Jason, Cara, kids just need to feel useful. It’s easy for them to get into a routine and go a little unhinged in their own homes. We know this well from you and your brother,” my father chuckled. Jason and I thanked my parents profusely, but they just waved it off, saying how much they enjoyed the day. “We need this more often,” my mother said.

“Bring them here all the time. Bring them for sleepovers!” As we strapped the kids into the car, ready to get them home for bath time and bed, I felt a sense of calm take over me. We got the kids home, and Jason took over the boys’ bath time while I took over Lily’s

nighttime routine. “Momma,” she said sleepily. “It was really nice to be with Grandma today.” “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said. “Can we get a chicken?” she asked. “Grandma showed me how to clean the coop.” “No, you can play with Grandma’s chickens for now,” I said. After an hour, all three of our kids were tucked into their beds, and Jason

and I were happily ready to get ourselves into bed, too. “It’s been a good day,” my husband said as he brushed his teeth that night. “I’m not sure what your parents did, but let’s hope that it works for the better.”