My mom happened to be out of town the week the kids were in swimming lessons.
We went to her house every evening and helped Grandma with dinner.
It was perfect to eat our meals there because lessons ended at 4:30.
Getting home and still needing to cook a meal would just be late into the evening.
We enjoyed our time with them, but were exhausted by the end of the week.
(Especially when one night turned into a visit to the ER for Grandpa.)
On the last day of swimming lessons, we had our own little dinner in the park.
We enjoyed the sun, and relaxed as our own little group.
Then we went home.
And it felt good.

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