Terry picked a heck of a week to go to Texas. It's one thing to be left with the basic care and feeding of The Units but this is the week when the schools cram in all the special events. Yesterday was Crazy Hair Day for Jack. Today was Aly's State Fair at 8:30 this morning. Tomorrow is Pajama Day and the next day is a birthday party. Underneath my grumbling, I suppose this increases my appreciated for the insanity of Terry's parental life. It'll be good to have you back, Terr. You are coming back, right? Terry? Honey? Hello?
It's been fun connecting with the video call each night. It's funny that such high technology yields such crappy results. Looks like the video from Apollo 7. The audio is scratchy and way out of synch. I guess today's video call is like cranking up the Victrola 100 years ago.
This is Day Three of my solo parenting gig and, surprisingly no one has perished, the kids have made it to school fully clothed, and I haven't had to call in supplemental support. On the other hand, it's a long way to Friday Night.
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