The house is fairly immaculate and all the laundry is clean, folded and put away. Now we wait for Daddy to come home and hope that he arrives before the place goes completely to hell.
I hope I never have to be a single mom. Or, if I were, I’d just have to arrange things differently. Six days straight with only a four-year-old for companionship is a bit trying; my fingers hurt from all the Lego structures I have built.
Having Dean around is much better for me. It isn’t that he especially cracks the whip around here (he can tolerate a fair level of disorder). It’s just that I crack my own whip far better when he’s around. I find it easiest to be self-disciplined when there are other selves to consider—if that makes sense. And Kipp doesn’t notice if my hair is all awry or the dishes aren’t washed.
I had hoped the week-end would produce enough quiet time to concentrate on meal planning, but that didn’t happen. Tomorrow.
11:00:55 PM 
|
