Leaving my boys at home while I go have fun on a girl's weekend should be exciting - and I'm sure it will be, as soon a I finish cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry washing... oh, and actually packing myself for the trip.
Why do I feel like I need to do all that? Is it some form of OCD that occurs only for mothers - or maybe only mothers of boys? Because let's face it, boys are dirty creatures and if I leave the house a mess, maybe I'll come home to a landfill instead of a home.
Lawd-a-mercy, what if they run out of milk? Heaven forbid somebody orders a pizza (which is what they're gonna do anyway - even if there's perfectly respectable casserole made up in the fridge with simple instructions called STICK IT IN THE OVEN FOR 30 MINUTES AND THAT'S ALL!). Make sure the toilet paper holder is stocked - They couldn't possibly figure out how to open the closet door to get more. Put a box of tissues in every room so Monsoon doesn't "redecorate" the wall (because really, that'll help. Sure).
Maybe I just like pretending they can't live without me.
Probably I'll forget to pack myself underwear and a toothbrush, but at least Monsoon will be able to tramp mud onto a sparkling floor. It's all about having straight