I Return

I seemed to have forgotten all about my blog last week.  Actually, it was there at the back of mind, nagging me.  Poor, neglected blog.  Alas, Philip was gone last week, leaving me with all the burden of being Solely Responsible.  Plus, anything that was truly blog-worthy had to do with him being absent, a fact I did not want to share at the time.

And so here I am.  And why does my blog still have its Christmas theme going on?

So while Philip was off doing whatever it is that he gets paid the big bucks to do, I practiced great feats of strength known as single parenthood.

That Monday was, of course, the one day out of the month when ballet and scouts collide.  I dropped Pumpkin Girl off at ballet, then returned home to feed the boys.  Forty minutes later I dropped off Boo at his scout meeting, then headed back to the dance studio for Pumpkin.  Back home to feed her, then back out to pick up Boo.  All the while eyeing (eying?) the gas gauge and wondering why Philip had left me with only a 1/4 tank of gas.

‘Cause you know, far be it from me to actually pump my own gas.

Wednesday afternoon was a gift, with all three children off at Religious Education classes.  I had precisely 1 hour and 5 minutes of quiet.  Bliss, I tell you!

By the end of the week, one toilet was clogged, the house key no longer worked on one of the doors, I ran out of decaf coffee and for some reason, my coffee cups no longer found their way to the dishwasher like usual, but instead remained next to the  computer.  Puzzling.

I did manage to color my hair, rearrange my bedroom closet, find a table cloth at Goodwill for $2 and get most of the Christmas decorations put away.

(Did you notice I have completely avoided mention of the Impending Doom of My Advancing Age? I’m in denial)

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