When the man’s away…
My husband has left me. No, it’s not like that. I just liked a good old fashioned dramatic phrase once in a while. It gives my life a little omph… He is in Dallas for a school. He will be back Friday nightish. Meanwhile, I get to put two children to bed and clean the kitchen and make sure the dog eats and finish the laundry and watch Dora for the gazillionth time. He gets to watch TV that he chooses and have a hot shower without an audience. I would complain how it’s not fair, but anyone reading this would know that already. It’s so nice to have others to share with.
Tomorrow, I am taking Sweet Pea to PK and I am also delivering soup to the school. Now, Sweet Pea goes to a PK that is attached to a private school for K-8th grade. And my last name starts with an M. So when the Hospitality Coordinator called me last night with that slight panic note in her voice asking if I would be willing to provide a soup for the teacher luncheon on Friday, what could I say? I am a little shocked that she had to call me. My daughter only goes to school for 3 hours 3 days a week. All those parents whose children go 5 days a week for 8 hours a day couldn’t be bothered to heat up a little soup? Are you kidding me? Makes me feel a little sad for the teachers. Wonder what Christmas will be like for them?
And my husband just called. To let me know he misses us. With the TV up in the background. He wasn’t trying to rub it in at all.
Ah well, it’s my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even unaccompanied bathroom time. At least not today.
