What Happens When I'm not Home

Last Saturday night I played Bunco with a group of ladies in my neighborhood. A.J. was in charge of dinner. I suggested he order a pizza and make it easy on himself.

But let me back up a little here. We had a somewhat tense day. The girls are allergic to chores and addicted to texting...I have cleaning OCD on Saturdays and their dad can't stand the incessant texting or hearing me fussing...a recipe for...total meltdown. We avoided the total meltdown, but I was still a tad bit edgy when I left.

As I was strolling out of the door, I could hear them tell A.J. what time they wanted to eat and all of the things they would not eat. Oh yeah, I knew I was really going to enjoy my evening with those last few sentences rolling around in my head for the next few hours.

When I arrived back home with a few extra bucks in my pocket, I tied for second place, all was quiet in our home. Maybe a little bit too quiet.

The family room was still neat and the kitchen was immaculate. Kaitlin was in the kitchen serving herself a bowl of ice cream. Oh my goodness, they didn't eat and it's 10:00 PM!

They ate, and Kaitlin photographed it because she thought it was "blog worthy". "You see, Mom, we can eat more than tacos when you're not here. Look, I took a picture with your camera. Do you want to see it? You need to put this on your blog. Don't I take good pictures?"




I guess my work here is done.