I know this is, like, nothing for some {most?} of you out there, but Nic has been out of town for two weeks. And if you're my real-life friend, you're sick of hearing about it.
But he comes home tonight, so I thought I'd blog about my survival. Of course, I had help from friends and family who watched the kids for me, fed us, and listened to my complaining.
So to survive, we...
...enjoyed the not-freezing weather that lasted 4.6 seconds.
...went on a pilot visit to the dentist. No cavities for Ella, I had a slew of complications from my out-of-control teeth that required an afternoon with a numb mouth.
...went to church looking semi-presentable.
....cut down a tree. This was a surprise for Nic. How exciting am I?
...got brave and ventured to Red Robin when the need for greasy sustenance arose.
...went swimsuit shopping. Hank came home with a speedo. Not even kidding.
...classed it up at the store and read mags without buying.
...installed a tip-out false drawer under the sink. I *hate* sponges {shudder}, so I did this mostly for the future ease of changing hardware. Signs of a home improvement junkie.
We made it!
1 comment:
congrats on surviving (and even having fun). all single parents deserve medals and trophies at minimum.
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