Even after a 10 hour day. As soon as I hit the door… an hour late… and without my planned gym pit stop…. “Can I get on the computer?” “Sign my planner.” “I need help with homework… nah, I’ll just wait for Josh”. “Can I go play?” Thank God Dewey’s reheats pretty darn good. And thank god I have a mommy who comes to save my ass when I get stuck in said 10 hour day.
So we are coming up on a month. Our first holiday weekend together. I always frown at the crowds at St. Cecilia’s Festival, but do we go this year? We have to hit the pool. That’s a given.
Thursday is our 9th anniversary. My mom turned 60 yesterday. I had grand plans for both events. But kids stop for no man. So I texted my mom her happy birthday and we are escaping for a few hours Friday night for a grown up dinner. There will not be a chicken tender or hot dog in site. View Cucina better be on their game Friday night. I have expectations.
Time to shower, pass out and do it all over again tomorrow. Good night world.