This evening, a rare thing happened. I was alone. For two whole hours. Dinner was done, the house was clean…I didn’t even have laundry to fold. I ate a leisurely supper while watching Doctor Who, and then took a soak in the hot tub and read a book.
I know….
As rare as hen’s teeth.
It was…amazing!
But then, as any mom who has been separated from their child for any period of time knows, I paid for it. It never fails, and it seems that the longer you are separated from your children, the more you have to pay for it.
So, tonight, the kids came home from being at their grandparents for two hours. They were a little wound up. To be expected, wouldn’t you say? Sugar Belle began practicing her cello (she’s a little obsessed at the moment), and I set the Littles to making sandwiches for themselves for tomorrow. (Ha-ha! Littles…they are 9 and 10..almost 11.) Next thing I know the Littles are cutting up in the kitchen, so I reminded them of their task, and headed back to hide do some computer work in my room. Next thing I know Little Man is squawking from the bathroom for toilet paper, and Tootle is ever so sllllooooowwwlllllyyyyyy bringing him some.
Next, I hear poor Bo Dog being scolded within an inch of his life and being put in his kennel.
Yep.
He ate the sandwiches.
Sigh…..
Then buttons got pushed on the over on accident and Mr. Overkill and Bubba’s dinner got charred.
Sigh……
Sandwiches were remade, barbeque sauce was applied to the charred chicken, and the Littles are now in bed, while Sugar Belle serenades me and my computer.
You know what? It was totally worth it ;) A hen’s teeth evening.