OK~ We've been on the road for a couple weeks and I am getting kind of anxious to see what our house looks like. Our 18 year old son has been home with our two big dogs and the phone calls have been rather sparse. The phone call yesterday went something like this:
G: "Dad, Where's the stuff you put in the carpet scrubbing machine?"
T: "Underneath the kitchen sink. Your Mom says it is in a blue or green bottle."
End of conversation. Really? Don't you think I deserve to know why he is asking for the carpet scrubbing cleaner? I guess I will see soon enough.
Today's conversation goes like this:
T: "We will be home around such and such a time"
T: "Be sure to put your truck in the other shed."
G: "Why- I am driving yours!"
End of conversation.
So, for the past two weeks it sounds like things have went rather well. Now, thinking about reality is kind of a shock to my system. The views like this for the past two weeks have stolen my identity.
I will need to switch gears and break out the sweaters and embrace Mother Nature as Winter is on the way! And on another note, I have not missed any of the daily shenanigans that our dogs choose to create. After All, It's All In a Mom's Day, Right?