This is the first time I've seen my boys since I gave them back after Christmas. Contractually, that weekend was mine but I offered it to her because the boys missed their mother, and it didn't make much sense to give them back on a Wednesday afternoon just to take them away again on Friday.
I'm finding that I'm feeling more domestic while they're here. Areas of the apartment that were "good enough" for me aren't when they're around. I actually broke out the vacuum cleaner just now and got the areas of the carpet that didn't have piles of stuff stacked up on them. I've done some dishes, I'm doing more laundry (yes, I did laundry earlier this week, too, but probably wouldn't have this weekend if the boys weren't here).
And I'm going to bake a cake. That's just crazy.