Trey took about 90 kids to Kids Across America this week so we've been winging it on our own. I can write this now because he's on his way back, so none of you crazy stalkers will come knock on my door. Especially you, and you.
Oh, I kid.
The first night Trey was gone, the kids built forts in the playroom. Their intention was to sleep in them every night until Daddy came home.
Because I'm a fun-loving mom who cares nothing for a clean house. Deep breath, Melissa. Deep breath. I said, ok.
Here's what our playroom has looked like all week.
Do you think they really slept there all night?
Hmmm. Not so much.
Here's what my bedroom looked like all week.
Four times every night, I heard, "Mama, can I fnuggle wif you?
Just to be clear, Dea did not want to fnuggle but instead, stay up all night and watch scary movies downstairs. I just kept hearing him yell at the t.v., "DON'T GO IN THERE! HE'S WAITING FOR YOU! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND THE DOOR!!!"
Oh, and we've had ice cream for breakfast twice.
How do you like that?