Hubby is due to come home tomorrow. He was home for one night last week, but other than that I haven’t seen him in a few weeks. Thankfully he will be home until September when he will be going off again for another trip.
I suppose I could bitch and moan more than I already do about this, but in truth I’m thankful that he is only gone a couple handful of weeks a year, and not for a year or more at a time on a mission overseas.
The complaints on my part today come courtesy of the twins. I had a bunch of errands to run today, and since #1 and #3 couldn’t get along yesterday, I thought I would be safe taking #3 with me today and avoid hysterical phone calls about one or the other doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.
Boy was I wrong.
It seems #1 and #2 were horsing around, and as a result there is now a hole in the bathroom door.
I need to price doors and add that to the debt they currently owe me for the 900 calls.
Why can’t my children behave for TWO FREAKING HOURS so I can get some things done? WHY????? Are they BRAIN DAMAGED?????
Don’t answer that.
I think my answer to this is to take all three of them with me no matter where I go or what I do.
Grocery shopping? They come with me.
Dentist appointment? Yep again, they come with me.
Mammogram? Pap smear? You got it. They come with me.
Of course, that may raise eyebrows and questions on the part of #3 I’m not ready to deal with yet. OK, note to self. No bringing the kids with me to my Pap smear appointment. Instead I’ll just duct tape them into their sound-proofed closets while I’m gone.
I guess I’d better sound proof their closets in the next couple days.
When Hubby gets home and can take a couple days off, I'm SO getting out of here for a few days. I'll go hide out at my folks winter place for a couple days with a sack-full of good books and a gallon of chocolate ice cream.
I think I need a beer now.