Dave is leaving on a business trip this morning.
We usually do pretty well when he's gone. Aside from Finn asking me every fifteen minutes where his Daddy is and when he's coming home. That only gets annoying after the 38,268 th time.
We order pizza for dinner and generally live as if we're in a college frat house, but don't tell Dave. I like him to think we're toiling away here, cleaning the house, visiting museums, and doing things that upstanding citizens do.
Aunt Lyndsey is coming to stay with us these two nights just because she is the perfect partner in crime for our ill behavior. We're going to watch chick flicks too and eat chocolate covered oreos. I'll tell Dave we're eating our bumper crop of green beans, but really we'll just feed them to the neighborhood bunnies.
It's not going to be all fun and games. Finn's got his first soccer class for the fall session and guess who gets to take Daddy's place? I know absolutely nil about soccer for two and three year olds, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be scary. There is a reason that Daddy handles these things.
So what's up with your week?