This is not remarkable, except when I consider this fact: I haven't been in the house since Friday afternoon.
Seth has been home with
Women in groups are complicated, and related women more so. But every year (and this was the sixth) I enjoy myself and the time I get to spend with cousins and aunts that - owing to geography - I might not otherwise see or have enough time to devote to real conversations.
So since this is an event that I'd be bitterly disappointed to miss, my dear husband stays home with whatever kids we have who aren't breastfeeding and tries to keep body and soul together while I perform the only magic trick I know: Magical Disappearing Mommy.
It's not something he looks forward to with anticipation, but he manages, and although he doesn't have the kind of logical thinking that posits dismemberment and possible death from unsupervised pencil running, he can keep the kids well fed and entertained. And he doesn't let the house burn down - not literally, and since that time three years ago when I came home to a driveway full of our living room furniture and a living room full of our bedroom furniture, not figuratively either.
Let's not remind him about that year.
This time last year: Food Waste Friday: Nemesis Lettuce