I have this friend who will call me up and demand that I bring her my children so her kid will leave her alone. Then she tells me to go take a nap. I love her. Today I'm hanging out at her house with all three girls while she and her baby-daddy go get some ideas for their bathroom remodel. Lily has already thrown a tantrum and Anya has peed in her underwear. Her daughter? Complete angel. I kinda want to see if I can switch them out when I go home. Do you think she'd notice that she now had two daughters and that neither of them are her own?
Mark's across the country for work; it's the first time in a long time since he's had to travel and while I am freaked out there's a part of me that's hoping this time will be different. As they get older my girls do get easier. And with friends offering to take over when needed, I feel like I have an escape plan. I've also made sure I have babysitting for a couple nights this week so I can still go to knitting and attend the first night of the book club I've started. After all, it's be stupid to start a book club and then not be able to go to the first meeting.
But hey, if things get kinda dark around here for a couple of days, it's just me losing my ever loving mind. No worries. I'll be human again a week from tomorrow.
Who knows, though. I should leave the universe open to the possibility that it'll be a grand time for all and I'll be productive and happy and handle the girls with grace. It could happen.