My Muse Has Returned

Kris was out of town all week, so I had no inspiration. He truly is the fun factor in this house.

I told Kris when I talked to him on Thursday that I was ready to start a ministry for single moms. Seriously. By Wednesday, I was mentally, physically and emotionally drained. And I hadn't had a decent conversation with anyone over two years old in days. Thanks for the call on Thursday, Kate. It was my favorite part of the week. Luke was over Daddy being gone too. I saw a huge difference in his attitude and level of cooperation. I'm not kidding you, he got sassy. The child can barely say a sentence, but he was giving me lip.

Kris' parents were wonderful. Mrs. Bonnie cooked dinner for us Monday and Wednesday night and helped entertain the boys when we went over. She called me every morning to make sure I had survived the night. Mr. Eric let me borrow his truck since Kris had the car. Luke was thrilled to have "Papa's truck!" and wanted to "dribe it!" every time we were getting in or out of it. I had to take my shoe off to use on his behind on Friday because, by that point, the novelty of it had definitely worn off for me, while he was still determined to get behind the wheel. I thought I was going to have to do it again at Chic-Fil-A later that day, but I already felt like such a redneck for having done it in the first place and was afraid someone might turn me in.

Needless to say, I'm glad Kris is home. We celebrated five years of marriage yesterday and went out for dinner. It was the best meal out I've ever had.