In the past 24 hours, I have blown (ha! blown!) my way through two-and-a-half boxes of Puffs Plus.
I got Griffin's head cold.
He got it from his teacher.
Aaron's coming home today. I haven't mentioned it (because my very good friends are always concerned when I public announce my husband is out of town and I can respect that concern), but holy shit, it's been rough.
He left May 4th and is coming home today. And if he doesn't come home today there's gonna be some serious ass-kicking going on in this house.
Normally when he travels, we get to talk a bit, but this particular client is quite the pesky one, and he's been having to converse a lot to people in Germany and his weekends have been busy and I don't care what he says, him putting the kids to bed one night while I'm at the chiropractor is not the same as me dealing with him being gone for three damn weeks.
Totally not the same.
And he's gonna get to have a taste of that medicine when I go to San Francisco this summer for five days. (Which, let's be honest, I'll spend that whole time crying and calling to make certain my children are still alive every 10 minutes. I'm already teary-eyed at the notion.) (Mother Hen complex, I have.)
(Why yes, yes we have been watching Star Wars movies back to back the past few days with the colds, how can you tell?)
Oh, and speaking of ass-kicking, Tuckie has been a shithead with his birthday present.
I got him this floating turtle dock thing. Instead of climbing on it like a good little turtle, he likes to wedge himself between the dock and the side of his habitat and pop the suction cups out of place.
Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go open a new box of tissues.