What is it about me writing posts that leaves my readers hanging?
I. am. sorry.
Please let me explain.
My parents invited me to visit.
And I started envisioning adult conversation.
And eating out.
So when the hubs agreed to watch the kidlets for 24 hours…I grabbed my bags and braved the elements.
Ice and snow did not deter me.
I had the most wonderful
24 48 hours ever!
Did I mention we ate?
And I didn’t cook once.
I felt twelve all over again.
Minus the over-processed perm.
And mall bangs.
My parents spoiled me rotten.
I do love some good spoilin’…I find it a wonderful quality in a person.
The time came for me to return home.
I tried to imagine my husband, completely exhausted.
Begging me to never leave again.
Repeating over and over, “How do you do it?”
What I didn’t expect?
My kitchen to be painted.
And five things off the honey-do list to be done.
Which left me saying, “How did he do it?”