The Single Mom Chronicles

Last week Morgan was out of town, so I was a single mom all week. I don't mean from Monday til Friday. I mean from Monday til Sunday. Sunday night. It was a looonnnnngggg week. Actually, I'll rephrase that. I was a long second half of the week. The first half was fine. The kids were being good, I was enjoying not really cooking, and all was fine. But then I sort of hit my limit around Thursday and was just ready to be done. My hat goes off to all the single parents out there - it's a lot of work. And it's funny, because Morgan isn't usually home before 7, so it's not like he's able to do tons during the week. But there's something about knowing someone else is around to help if you need it that's really comforting. All I can say is, thank God for wine. Seriously.

I did end up getting a sitter on Thursday night for no other reason except to have a night off. I spent a couple of quiet hours shopping, which was super fun. There may or may not have been a boot purchase which I wrote off as a 10th anniversary gift.

Speaking of anniversary, ours was Friday. Number 10. That's a long time, right? If  we were in Hollywood, we would be in the running for Most Successful Marriage. The decade has seriously flown by. Flown. But then I look back at how young we looked, and I realize it really has been 10 years:

We were just babies back then. Ten years and two kids later, I think I'll keep him. Especially since he didn't outwardly balk at my new boot purchase. AND he sent flowers. Keeping the wife happy is the name of the game.

Davis is out of school today and is begging me to play Batcave with him. Trust me, this is not as fun as it sounds. 

Ta-ta for now, my friends.