So my husband has been living the high life for the last two days in California (opposite coast from where we live) on a client trip. Stayed at a world famous hotel, got driven around in a Bentley, and had drinks with the lead singer a famous 80’s band (if it were Rick Springfield I would have DRIVEN out there myself). Yeah, tough job… Most exciting client celebrity sighting I ever had was when I worked at a record company, and I didn’t even like the artists I ran into (R/B & rap…blech!) He should be on a plane home now and boy do we miss him!

First night with Dad gone, baby did okay at night. Second night, not so good. He was up every hour and I am the walking dead right now. It’s cold and windy and Kidlette had 1/2 days today & yesterday, as well as three days next week (then off for Thanksgiving). Both those things combined is really taking a toll on me. I am not the type of mom that dumps her kids off on her husband as soon as he walks in the door from work, but hell, I’M TIRED. Saving grace next week, we are going to go to my brother’s and his wife’s house for Thanksgiving. All we have to do is show up and bring pies. I can handle that.

In the meantime I’m going to try to take a 10 minute nap before Kidlette gets off the bus and the Pumpkin Prince wakes up. Or maybe I’ll just sit here and watch the dogs try to catch a fly.