I report to the hospital this morning for work - I'll be working a regular 40 this week to get much of my training in. Soooo, hopefully that means Bob experiences all the hijinks and fun living at home and I have nothing to write about.
Except that it really irritates me that in order to plan for today, I was up late packing lunches, preparing tonight's dinner to stick in the 'fridge (Jacob's teacher is coming tonight - great timing, eh), pack up Jack's diaper bag, snacks, etc. and then think about what I was going to wear today.
If I were Bob, I would have tucked the kids into bed, gone to sleep and got up and taken care of myself. Oh, to be a man - at least a man in my 1950s style household. Mama's throwing away her apron. Wish me luck.