Leaving a house full of boys in the care of their father is well, daunting. There are many little crisis and catastrophes that I deal with so routinely as to render them run-of-the- mill occurrences; but to a dad, off at work most days, run-of-the-mill occurrences become a challenge of wits and ingenuity.
Last night I worked from 3:00 to 9:00 pm. Around 10:30 pm just as I was drifting off to sleep, Adorable Hubby said, "While you were at work one of the kids left a turd in the toilet that wouldn't flush down".
"What did you do?" I muttered.
"I had to get a knife and cut it up. It was that bad!"
"Mmmphhh so it all worked out?" I mumbled, really, really, close to asleep.
"Yeah." He yawned.
Suddenly I was wide awake.
Aren't you glad I'm back?
Don't answer that.