The wife left yesterday morning for Austin. While I'm quite adept at taking care of the kids by myself (at least that's what I like to tell myself), it's those last three hours of the day, from 5:30 - 8:30 PM, that kill me. I'm used to tag-teaming the kids with her during supper, baths, and bedtime, so when I'm flying solo, it feels like it lasts six hours.
I'm a wuss.
I miss her assistance.
I miss her.
But my daughter? I'm not so sure she misses Ella.
When we told Zoey that Ella was going out of town on business, her first reply was, "Will you bring me back something?" After she was assured that Ella would be returning with gifts in tow, Zoey said, "Cool! We can be like Hannah's family!"*
I'm sure that made Ella feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
*For those of you who are luckily not as well-versed in all things Hannah Montana, Hannah's mother is dead. It's just her, her father, and her brother. I don't know how Hannah's mother bit the dust, but I did see a flashback episode in which Brooke Shields played Hannah's mother.
Song of the day: Teas'n, Pleas'n by Dangerous Toys
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