It's just me and Ben until Saturday! Yay! I cannot even begin to explain how ecstatic I am that Daddio has taken Sam and Owen camping and fishing for two days. I was screaming for joy all morning! (Which resulted in Sam rolling his eyes and shaking his head at me-they hadn't left yet). To go from taking care of three boys to one is such a nice break! I'm reveling in the peace and quiet.
I took Ben for a walk today after his nap. I was feeling super energetic and motivated! We walked for half an hour, although I swear, I thought it was for an hour. I was feeling great when we arrived home. And then I made brownies. (I know. Super counterproductive, huh?) And licked the bowl clean. With my tongue. No, just kidding. Not with my tongue. But I did "lick" the bowl clean, something that I'm always telling the boys not to do because it will make them sick. "But Daddy does it!" Is what I always hear. "And what have I said before about some of the things that Daddy does? Sometimes Daddy does (says) things that he's not supposed to, and it doesn't make it okay for you." But this time I did something I wasn't supposed to do, and guess what? It made me sick. I had a wicked bellyache after that. Live and learn.
After I made the brownies and put them in the oven, Ben and I went upstairs to have a cleaning dance party! (Basically it's just me playing loud music on the computer and dancing like a fool while I am cleaning. Pretty self-explanatory). Ben was able to enjoy it too. He
Now here's a very important question. If you are the only adult home, and therefore the only adult you have to worry about making dinner for, is it perfectly acceptable to have brownies for dinner? Just wondering...
I think that Ben must miss his brothers because I had a hell of a time getting him to sleep tonight. He had been awake since 2 o'clock, so in theory he should have been plenty tired by 7 o'clock. I was thrilled at the idea of being able to get him all settled into bed by 7 and being able to have two hours to myself (to finish cleaning) before Project Runway. But alas, my plan did not come to fruition. I didn't get him to sleep until closer to 8 and then Daddio called from their campsite. (All was going well, as well as can be expected anyway). I haven't finished my cleaning, but I still have tomorrow. Now I have 20 minutes left before Project Runway to contemplate my nagging dilemma.
Do I eat all of the brownies myself before the boys return on Saturday so no one knows that I even made them? Or do I resist that urge and leave them as is for Daddio to see just exactly how many brownies I actually ate on my own in two days? (Oink, oink).
*Took a little poetic license with those lyrics and switched them around to fit the way I was signing the song in my head!