My Poor Love

He had to go back to work today. And it was back to school for me and the kids. I think I got more done before lunch than I did the entire time My Love was on vacation. Three full weeks he had to putz and lend a gallant hand to his frazzled momwife. The last week he was home I think I went into town every day ALONE just because I could.

The first week we were snowed in for the most part and lost power for two of the days. Back when we were not so kid endowed it was hard to adjust to Daddy being home. His presence would throw a wrench into our well oiled daily schedule and it was a relief when he would return to work. Not so this time. Something about the magic number of four kids under seven just made me thankful to have another grown up around. The fact that it was My Love was an added bonus.

Today I was struck by the fact that I relish extra help when I went to use the bathroom. No sooner was I seated than a child let out a blood curdling scream because another child had apparently breathed her air. I hear tiny, tear laden footsteps running toward the bathroom... MY bathroom and I am all at once bombarded by the complaints of my royal subjects against one another. It must have been a mother who coined the phrase "sitting on the throne" because sitting there is conducive to making rulings.

"PRIVACY PUH-LEEZE,"

I shout in a mom voice which means obedience is necessary for life to proceed.

Other than that the day has gone well. School ran smoothly... my ducks are in a row.

Quack.