My SIL, Care-Bear, is visiting us for a few days this week. Her trip is uber-short (don't you hate it when people use "uber"? it's so pretentious, isn't it? I uber-hate it!). She arrived yesterday and leaves tomorrow, but we're always pleased that she can fit a visit with us into her jet-set lifestyle -- earlier in the week she met Will Ferrell (and had the restraint to not ask him for "more cowbell"); so by my logic, that makes us comparable to movie stars.
Even though her trip is short, I still took advantage of her eager-beaver attitude about being with the kids, and I escaped for a run this morning. I took Caleb with me so that she was only harnessed with Norah (who L-O-V-E-S her auntie; she follows her around the whole time Care-Bear visits), and we had a nice 3 miler. He fell asleep; I plodded along. It was glorious.
Plus, when I got home she wanted both kids, and I got to shower in peace! I tell ya, she's worth her weight in gold!