The Little Man

All of a sudden, A is just a little man. He rides a two-wheel bicycle, whistles, can do most of his bath by himself... it’s just like overnight he grew up!!

D is away on business. It’s precisely the third time since we’ve been together (10 years this summer, holy crap) that he’s gone anyplace for work...without me/us. It was originally a 2-day thing that morphed into a 4-day thing, then a 5-day thing. What do I have to say about that? Well, after 2 mornings of getting the children and dog up, fed, walked, pottied, clothed, cleaned up, and out the door... I’ve decided that unless he reeeeeeeeeally does something to screw up, I suppose I really need to keep him around a while longer.

If, however, he does manage to do something the screw up major, I get the kids. He can have the dog. She’s cute and all, but cripes...with the barking and the peeing and the chewing... at this point I’m thinking another kid would’ve been less work!

Not that I’m bitter or anything about D getting to go away and sleep in posh hotels for 4 nights...and not have to beg not to watch Night at the Museum one more time...and not have to change a diaper or take out a dog...and drag the trash to the curb...and make breakfast...and pick up toys and cat hair. I think it was really the comments about “Oh but the weather’s not that great here. It’s so windy the palms are just really swaying,” and “We had dinner on the hospital at Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant last night, but I don’t think you really would’ve liked what I had” and “Well, I had an upgradable fare, so I decided that since I didn’t pay for the ticket and I haven’t paid for anything so far on this trip, I could justify upgrading my airplane seat to first class.” Yep. Just go ahead and twist that knife just a teeeeensy bit more.

Two words. Pay.Backs.