So my wife left me.
For three days.
She's with friends, eating, staying up late, partying.
Click here to hear her gloat.
If anyone cares to hear about MY party weekend, here's a start:
Here I am back at home, slaving away over a hot stove (or is it called an oven? I always get those two mixed up). I've got four children running around who have to be scrubbed, fed, clothed and shuttled to and from basketball, church, Bible Bowl competitions, the emergency room, school and the like.
The house is a pig sty after only 6 hours without Cindy. Pizza boxes are strewn across the kitchen, and paper plates are exactly where the kids left them after eating. I watched three extra children for friends, so we also have all the toys and games still left out as well.
Once we run out of paper plates, real plates and silverware will start stacking up in the sink.
Coats are lying on the floor by the door, sticking their little tongues out at the empty coat hooks.
The kids stayed up till 10:00. (Really 11:00, but if Cindy were to find THAT out, she'd kill me.)
We watched a movie on tv that I'd never seen or checked up on. I just threw caution to the wind and reserved the right to turn it right off if something inappropriate was said or done on the screen. Fortunately, Mr. Bean stayed within my general movie guidelines, other than some brief cross-dressing moments. But really, those were integral to the plot and done relatively tastefully.
If anyone is interested, I'll be glad to continue throughout the weekend and list the various areas of our house (and life) that experience entropy while Cindy is away. I assure you the bed will not be made until minutes before I leave to pick up Cindy at the airport.
Check back tomorrow for chapter 2: "Skipping Showers and Taking The Girls Out In Public With What Dad Lets Them Wear." It's kind of a horror story of sorts.
Friday, January 4, 2008
So my wife left me.
Posted by Scott at 11:20 PM