When the cat's away!
Well, the hubbie's gone. He left this morning on a boy's ski trip. 'Course a miss him alot already, but his being out of the picture has it's advantages. First, it gives me all sorts of ammo when I plan my own trip with my girlfriends. I'd hate to scrimp so much that the poor guy feels guilty about his indulgences. Can you say B E L L A G I O? Another advantage, the kids and I can do all sorts of things that would ordinarily drive him nuts. For instance, Erik's friend, Sean, set up his new drum set in our game room. Now, Rune, my husband, is one of those freaks of nature that can hear someone fart in a sound proof room from 5 miles away...with earplugs on. And he will waste no time pointing it out to the offender. He can hear bills slipping out of his wallet, fruit ripening, and snow falling. The sad thing about all this is that he can't stand noise! Why the hell he had five kids is beyond me! Oh well. Too late. So the drum set is going to make hay while the sun shines! Also, I love going out to eat with the kids to all those unhealthy places: donuts at Shipleys, burgers at Sonic. Yum. And they all pile into my bed at night so we can watch cartoons and eat snacks. I usually whip out the ol' Dustbuster just in time to suck the 3 pounds of cracker crumbs and chips on his side of the bed. Like his hearing, his sense of touch is honed to a fine edge, so he usually finds us out. It's nice to walk around with, (gulp) no mascara on, to not make the bed in the morning (who am i kidding, I never do anyway, even when he's home,) and to belch with abandon. But of course they'll be that part of me anxiously counting the days, hours, and minutes before he comes home. (How else would I be able to get all those naked men out of the house in time?)