So dad is away this weekend for four days, three nights. its day one and what i thought would be a wonderful vacation, well not having to watch ESPN every morning is a small blessing, but i eerily find myself gravitating toward some male behavior i found so revolting when he's home! take for instance the remnants of the Swiss almond vanilla Hagen daaz which comforted me last night. I woke up right next to it on the coffee table. No coaster or napkins gingerly placed underneath it, but right there creating an awful offense of household no nos.
I looked at it and rolled back to sleep. no urge to pick it up and toss it into the garbage, cringe that it may leave a mark, but a feeling of "huh, so what? get it later"
this must be what being a MAN feels like!
the day is young, 3 more to go....BTW in order to get Logan to stop whining this morning; which for some insane reasoning I thought maybe since dads away he'll sleep longer
no, that didnt happen) i had to turn to ESPN...