Today marks the first day of our journey to an MBA. It marks the beginning of the era which shall from this point onward be referred to as the "CPA Widow" or "The Un-Single Single Mom"
I could tell you how Danny managed to flood my kitchen today....
I could tell you that my 1980's Formica counter tops smell like rotting wood.....
I could tell you that his bottom is pinkish because he only turned on the hot water....
I could tell you how I made my one year old clean up every drop of water spilt....
I could tell you how Blayne got a goose-egg the size of Texas on her eye.....
I could tell you how I miraculously only spent $65 on groceries for the next two weeks....
I could tell you how Taylor has started crawling and while that is very fun it is also very dangerous because by Jove, I haven't vacuumed in 3 hours and she's managing to find every minuscule choking hazard she can and shove them into her chubby cheeks....
I could tell you how badly I want a big Dr. Pepper, from a fountain, and how I've been scouring my house for change.....
I could tell you how upon exclaiming delightedly upon finding said change, Tad informed me that those was his monies and he was hiding them from the bad guys.....
I could tell you how I began an argument in which I was proven wrong by a 4 year old who then proceeded to show me all the places he hides his monies....
I could tell you that normally at this time, the official countdown to DadGuy has begun.....
I could tell you that the countdown to daddy is on hiatus and we've had a few meltdowns because "I want my daddy, right now!" and I, in my foolishness, said that they would see him, tomorrow.....
I could tell you how I made everyone do chores for an hour because I don't do screaming and they needed to "work it out of their systems"......
But I won't tell you that. Nope, I won't breathe a word. Not one word.....
