Rich is out of town this weekend for work. This happens sometimes. It has its upsides and downsides. One upside is I don't have to cook a REAL dinner. Grilled cheese sandwiches or frozen waffles are crowd pleasers. I also get a little more room in the bed. Shea or Atlee will usually sneak in with Greeley and me, but it's still a little more space. The big downside is the reminder of why it takes two people to become parents. It is really hard to take care of a pack of kids with just one person. These "Just Mommy" times remind me of my mother and countless other women I know who were single mommies at one point in time. I don't mean to compare my husbandless weekend with the true plight of single mommidom. I don't have to go to work everyday and juggle daycare and commutes. I also know my husband is coming home to give me a break on Monday.
But for now, at 3:1, the kids far outnumber me. I threaten to sell them to gypsies much more often when Rich isn't here. (Shea is no longer easily fooled by this bluff, so he gets a special lecture about all the children in the world who are punished by corporal methods. "That's right, belts...") Luckily, my children are generally good kids and threats of punishment usually work. I may not shower for a few days in fear the cat will end up coated in Vasoline (a true story from Bev's family), but it hasn't really happened yet. At the end of the weekend, I'll be a little more thankful for my husband. I'll also be a little amazed that Mom never once threatened to sell us all to the gypsies.
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