Will you stop!!! You can't be that perfect!


I"m seriously thinking I'm going to need to pack my husband and there is no way he'll be cleaning the house. I'll be lucky he gets the garage in order so that the generator is ready to go just in case there is a "problem" with electricity while we are away.
Sorry the slip happened with your DD. I'm sure even if they know, you will have plenty of surprises.
Again, really??? Where do these men come from?


My husbands recent "responsibility promotion" at work has him working longer hours again. I"m lucky he comes home. I can't wait for vacation to see if I still like him.

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Nobody can be that perfect. 
Oh mine will definitely have the generator ready at least. He's nothing if not responsible. He is an engineer after all.
He does plan on packing the night before, but hey, I doubt I'll get sleep that night anyway so I guess no big deal.
Love that last bit! 

Happy Anniversary!
My 15th was two weeks ago, man that went by fast.
It was raining this afternoon, but then let up in the evening so the kids got to go out. My oldest got so many complements on his Yeti costume, he was sooo excited - in his don't show any emotion 13 year old boy way

My husband got home around 6 to take them out. He normally isn't home until at least 7:30 and more often after 9pm so it was a real treat. Last week the poor guy worked until midnight at least two nights and still had to get in for early AM meetings, which is really tough when work is over an hour away.
My house is pretty darn bad too, and I spent the ENTIRE day working on a friend's Disney plan - she leaves tomorrow and her plan was a mess. I even typed her up a detailed itinerary. I never thought I'd meet someone less organized than I am, but I have. Now I just need to put that much work into my own plan.
I resemble that remark.
Trick or Treating turned out to be not to be too bad here either. Once we finally got the kids out of the house, that is. (sensory issues) I'm pretty sure it was the warmest Halloween we've had since my kids were born!
The dirty house welcomed us home....