This morning as I was getting ready for work, I heard Maggie wailing from the kitchen. Thinking she had been somehow wounded, I flew down the stairs to tend to her. She was perched on her chair, just where I left her, her cheese and banana breakfast laid out before her. She was crying too hard for me to understand what the problem was, so I asked Bart what happened. He told me he blew a raspberry in her direction and she just started crying. With a nod of her head and outstretched arms looking for a hug, Maggie confirmed that this was indeed the reason for the tears.
When she had calmed down enough to speak, she revealed that she was covered in “brother slobber”. Poor thing.
I’m going to NYC for a girls weekend this week. I’m really looking forward to spending time with my best friends (my high school friends!) and taking a bite out of the Big Apple!
There’s so much work involved in making sure the house will run for 4 days without me; a sampling:
- make an detailed itinerary so the kids make it to their lessons/social engagements/school on time
- lay out kids’ clothes for specific events (dance clothes for dance lessons, appropriate birthday party clothes, school clothes for Monday); neither the kids nor Homer show good judgment in this area
- buy and wrap birthday presents for parties
- teach Homer how to do the girls’ hair (he is overwhelmed by this task)
- catch up on all the laundry so that I won’t have such a massive pile when I get home
- leave out coupons for pizza, food delivery. Remind Lisa to remind Homer to make sure they are getting enough fruits and vegetables
I don’t mean to make Homer sound incompetent, because he’s not. The kids’ schedules/home organization have just always been my domain (and I like it that way), so we all panic a bit when the leader of the pack takes a little break. They’ll be fine... maybe a little hopped up on junk food and too much TV, but otherwise fine.