Normally I dread Guapo’s travels-the life of the single-parent is not one I have ever wanted or ever hope to have. I miss him, the kids miss him, bedtime without our normal tag-team strategy is at best a trying situation.
However. When Guapo left to go to the States yesterday I have to admit I was happy. Doing-a-little-dance happy.
Why you ask?
A desire to practice my patience/coping skills?
The chance to have the bed all to myself?
The opportunity to watch one program on TV, and its associated commercials, without the constant flipping that Guapo so enjoys?
Nope. Here’s why:
Peanut butter, and many, many other things, are in the process of being delivered to Guapo's office. The poor secretary doesn't know what she's in for come Monday morning (think Harry Potter receiving his acceptance letter to Hogwarts). And poor Guapo; when he sees the stack of boxes and has to make everything fit into two suitcases (think 20 clowns coming out of a VW bug) he's probably not going to be a happy camper.
Shhhhhhhh! There may even be a new pair of shoes for me in one of those boxes!
Thursday's going to be like Christmas. I can't wait.