Many of you know that Bradfo works from home. Some of the perks include: I can have adult conversation during the day, I can run to the store when one or more sleeps (you know instead of having the Holy Ghost watch the kids), I am able to leave and teach seminary, I can send the naughty and obnoxious kids to him, I don't have to hurry and "clean the house" before he comes home cuz there ain't no foolin' him, we can go to lunch and the list goes on and on and on. Sometimes for work or just for funsies he will leave me and actually take an airplane away so I get to do all the stuff that I know most women do anyway because they are used to it. (for the record he gets a little testy when I say he's on vacation, he prefers the phrase "change of pace"-whatever. if you pack a suitcase and go someplace whether if its for business or pleasure I say vacation. He has been able to have 8 change of paces in the last 9 months.)
Needless to say I am a big cry baby when he's gone because I really like him. I try to keep myself busy with projects and activities hoping it will make the time go by faster-which it usually does.
This time, however, the time moved slower than slow. The week was filled with race recovery, final dance performance preparations, two sick kids, two trips to the doctor, meetings, final week of seminary etc. It was a blur but I think the trip to the airport to pick him up on Thursday summed it up. His flight was due to arrive at 8:30 so I figured I would take the kids to dinner (Costco pizza, yogurt, and hot dogs. Hey Big Spender!), then to the Museum.
(I would like to thank this man for walking into all 4 pictures of Amelia taken that day. idiot.)
Max had fallen and chomped down on his lip. Good mommy should have felt sorry when she saw blood from the accident. Bad mommy thought Ha! Ha! Yep, hurts when you bite "body parts" unnecessarily don't it? Bleeding not fun? Karma. Rules. Oh,and learn to take a bottle ya mama's boy.
I had timed it just right (so I thought) so that we would go to the museum, change into jammies, then actually go INSIDE the airport to meet him (I am such a curb gal it ain't even funny.)
I stroll over to the arrival sign and see to my horror that his plane is delayed an hour and a half leaving me absolutely at the end of my rope with 3 exhausted kids. I marched over to the counter of an airline that rhymes with pouthdest to double check that it wasn't a mistake. It wasn't. I turned around, put my hands over my face and cried. (Max and Amelia were already crying for various asundry...) So there I am walking around the airport crying with 2 other kids and Abbie holding my hand and saying its ok, he'll be here soon. A nice man came over and gave me a tissue. -he was from Denver and had some damage from the tornado and he hadn't been able to get a hold of his daughter. Stupid tornado was the reason Brad was late. Needless to say, I was a big hot mess when Brad got off the plane.
It's nice to have Brad home again to help spell me from some of my pressures. He may or may not have double tasked the dishes with bathing Max. Yes, the Bar Keepers friend on the counter does worry me. But I happen to know it doesn't bubble up like that so I think we're good.
Needless to say I am a big cry baby when he's gone because I really like him. I try to keep myself busy with projects and activities hoping it will make the time go by faster-which it usually does.
This time, however, the time moved slower than slow. The week was filled with race recovery, final dance performance preparations, two sick kids, two trips to the doctor, meetings, final week of seminary etc. It was a blur but I think the trip to the airport to pick him up on Thursday summed it up. His flight was due to arrive at 8:30 so I figured I would take the kids to dinner (Costco pizza, yogurt, and hot dogs. Hey Big Spender!), then to the Museum.
(I would like to thank this man for walking into all 4 pictures of Amelia taken that day. idiot.)
Max had fallen and chomped down on his lip. Good mommy should have felt sorry when she saw blood from the accident. Bad mommy thought Ha! Ha! Yep, hurts when you bite "body parts" unnecessarily don't it? Bleeding not fun? Karma. Rules. Oh,and learn to take a bottle ya mama's boy.
I had timed it just right (so I thought) so that we would go to the museum, change into jammies, then actually go INSIDE the airport to meet him (I am such a curb gal it ain't even funny.)
I stroll over to the arrival sign and see to my horror that his plane is delayed an hour and a half leaving me absolutely at the end of my rope with 3 exhausted kids. I marched over to the counter of an airline that rhymes with pouthdest to double check that it wasn't a mistake. It wasn't. I turned around, put my hands over my face and cried. (Max and Amelia were already crying for various asundry...) So there I am walking around the airport crying with 2 other kids and Abbie holding my hand and saying its ok, he'll be here soon. A nice man came over and gave me a tissue. -he was from Denver and had some damage from the tornado and he hadn't been able to get a hold of his daughter. Stupid tornado was the reason Brad was late. Needless to say, I was a big hot mess when Brad got off the plane.
It's nice to have Brad home again to help spell me from some of my pressures. He may or may not have double tasked the dishes with bathing Max. Yes, the Bar Keepers friend on the counter does worry me. But I happen to know it doesn't bubble up like that so I think we're good.
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Also, YOU CRACK ME UP!!!
seriously, lunch?? Kids have one more week of school...UGH!!!
Cute, adorable children.
Love that kid. I'm excited for tonight.
Max's forehead says "early walker" - my daughter constantly had a bruise on her forhead, or worse.