And We All Made It Alive
The weekend of depraved bachelor madness is over.
It’s Monday night and MR has returned from her trip. The house was a mess, the kids were filthy, but we had a good time and no one went to the ER (or worse). I had hoped to have the house in better shape before she came home, but Saturday turned into One Of Those Days where pretty much everything was an ordeal; not only did I not get to finish cleaning up, but the boys seemed set upon wrecking the place all day.
I have to say - I have always been as understanding and supportive of my wife (and her daily dealings with the house and kids, et al) as someone who has never had to do it can be. I’ve spent time alone with the boys before, sure, but never three solid days. Not that three days equates to almost three years, but the weekend has given me a new appreciation for her and what she goes through on a daily basis.
MR, Thank you for everything. And welcome home.
