Last week, the husband was gone from Sunday to Thursday. This week, he left before dawn on Monday. He was supposed to be back tonight, but his flight was canceled. Maybe we'll see him tomorrow.
I had forgotten what it's like to have him traveling, and this is pretty much the first time I've really been left with four crazy people.
Some people claim they wouldn't be able to spend all day, every day with their kids. I claim the key is running and hiding when Daddy comes home. When Daddy's not home, it sucks!
I can only assume the reverse is the true. I wouldn't really know, since the husband has called his Mommy's whenever I've skipped town.
Two nights ago, I dove into the chocolate. Last night, it was cookies (what was left of the cookie dough). Tonight, I'm really thinking it should be rum. Probably not a good idea when you're alone with 4 crazy children.
I guess I'll save the rum for when he gets home. He can be in charge, even if he does have to call his moooommmy.
Damn. There's a sudden silence. This can't be good. And this is why the rum will have to wait.
What did I even write?
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