My parents were in town for 24 hours last week, and so OBVIOUSLY they spent 23 of them with us.
That morning, Henry & Maggie had breakfast outside with Mumsie,
and then coffee & books with Papa Boss.
And I took a shower. All by myself. And NOT ONCE did anyone try to play with the toilet paper, or declare an urgent and immediate need, or wake up from their nap, or yank open the shower curtain, or cry because they got shower spray on them. In fact, NO ONE CAME IN THE BATHROOM AT ALL, FOR LIKE TWENTY WHOLE MINUTES.
It was basically a spa day.