DrBob is home again (home again), and my brief experiment in Making It On My Own has ended. In his absence, I managed to leave the stove on under the coffeepot (we have one of those stovetop espresso thingies) while I left the house. I was stupid about the car. The Sniglet's kindergarten teacher wants a conference because he's been acting like a turkey. He needs to go to the dentist because after I brushed his teeth he spat blood. I put orange juice in my coffee. I geeked out on my homework and did twice as much as necessary. (No, since you're wondering, I did not have any friends in high school, and thank you for bringing up such a painful subject. ) I put the kids' play-tent outside and then had to run and rescue it before it blew into the street (high winds lately). I spent almost the whole drive to the airport today stuck behind slow, gigantic trucks, right up until the point when I got lost.
So. I think I did pretty well! But I'm still glad he's home.
Song du jour of the day: The Lucky One. Mary Lou Lord.