This marks my resignation back to mostly-housewifery. Since B has been in school the past two years, I’ve been essentially free to do whatever I wanted, and could easily guilt him into doing housework and watching the kids whenever I wanted.
Now he’s a working stiff again, gone from 6 until 4. I’m home, chasing kids and wiping butts and noses and watching Ellen. Eating strawberries rolled in sugar. Dang, Jon Bon Jovi is OLD.