Each Sunday, my family of 5 heads over to my parents house for dinner. It is a simple ritual and a nice end to our weekend. My husband often makes soup that he will then take to work during the week for lunch. And we'll make something else too - salmon, spaghetti and meatballs, things the kids will enjoy usually. We drink wine...and then coffee. Desert? Always! In the summer, we pull out the BBQ and eat together in their backyard. In the winter, we huddle inside and light candles for the illusion of warmth. We play, we talk politics, we listen to music, we catch each other up on our lives and get updates about what other family members are up to. It is always casual and relaxing.
What do I like best about it? In some ways, this is time for me. Although I am still with my kids, at my mom and dad's house I get to be the one taken care of a little bit. I usually don't cook much of the meal (my dad and my husband being the primary chefs on Sunday!), my dad always pours me a glass of wine right when we arrive, and there are 4 adults there to help with the kids (most of the time during the week I am outnumbered, being the only adult for 3 small kids). At the end of the weekend and before the start of another week, this is such a treat.
