Yeah, so, David is going on a work trip on Sunday (his birthday!), and he won’t be back until Wednesday. That means it’s just me, the Spawn and Homer for four days.
Gone are the days when David traveling for work meant I was going to eat things David doesn’t like, drink a bottle of wine, order On Demand movies every night, catch my matches for free on Match.com and excessively tweet. Instead I will be hoping the boy stays asleep long enough for me to take a shower … before I eat things David doesn’t like, drink half a bottle of wine (I can’t be wasted and take care of the baby, folks — I’m a mom now), order On Demand movies and excessively tweet. I don’t check my matches for free anymore. It’s too weird with a new baby and all.
I’m sure we’re going to be perfectly fine, but it does make me a little nervous to think I’ll be without backup. Calvin is a total daddy’s boy. David is the apple of his eye. He thinks he’s the cat’s pajamas, the bee’s knees. Hopefully, the little guy behaves himself. If he doesn’t behave, I get to say the phrase that scared the shit out of me when I was a kid: “Wait until your father gets home.”