Blaine’s gone the first part of this week for work. I have to admit, I’m over it already. Single parenting stinks.
Nursing is going somewhat better. Regardless, Stellan continues to grow. Pees. Poops. Carrying on…
We were at a friend’s house tonight, left at 8pm, and decided to go for a walk on the local trail on the way home. I couldn’t decide if that was dumb or not, considering it was bedtime. It went remarkably well, we walked for nearly an hour, and we got back to the van just before dark. It was lovely. Turns out, after eight is a far cooler time to walk. Imagine that.
Then I came home and had an ice cream cone. Because I didn’t just spend nearly an hour corralling the troops on a trail to burn calories or anything. Or maybe I was just balancing the calories so I could eat ice cream. Yeah. That.
Elliot got to “drive” the pickup up the driveway with her daddy Friday. She clearly enjoyed the privilege. She also enjoyed honking the horn. Often. This one’s trouble.
Enough procrastinating; I’d better get to bed. Tomorrow is Dress Like a Cow day at Chick Fil A and the kids are begging to go. Who doesn’t want to dress like a cow? Um, me. Especially when Blaine’s not here to join in the humiliation. But if I do gather the troops for free lunch out, I’ll be sure to take a photo. Of the children.