Mom's Away? I Got This. Day #2, 11/01/17

Day #2 - The boys and I have survived another day. In fact, I would say more than surviving, we’re actually thriving! The pillow cases full of candy that the boys managed to collect yesterday have allowed us to really power through a lot. The mantra around the house has become, “This candy isn’t going to eat itself!” I’m really impressed with how the boys have embraced this. Sure, the first crash was a little intense but they’ve learned to anticipate those and have been able to cut them off with another Kit Kat or two.
One great discovery of the past two days is that for years we’ve been telling the kids, “You can’t stay up that late.” But it turns out, kids can actually stay up pretty late! Last night’s Game 6 of the World Series was no problem. I was a little nervous at the thought of them staying up past their bedtime but I felt the risk was worth it for America’s past time. They really had no interest in going to bed. You read it here first, kids, uncoaxed, will not fight the option of staying up past their bedtime. Can’t wait for Game 7 tonight! We’re hoping for extra innings!
As much as we’re functioning like a well-oiled machine, I will say, there has been a few hiccups. For instance this morning, one of the cats puked on the rug in the hallway but as none of us cleaned it up, we realized that the longer it sits on the rug, the harder it gets as it dries, so ultimately it will be easier to clean up. Winning!
Oh, and we finally figured out the answer to Jenn’s age-old question of, “Who left the toilet seat up?” Turns out, it’s all three of us! Yep, the seat hasn’t been down since she left. Mystery solved! I can’t wait to tell her. She’ll be so relieved to find out.

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