I went away for my birthday last week, and it was fantastic. I rented a cabin in Vermont by myself. It was the first time I have really been by myself in 11+ years. I just read, ate, and watched the sun rise and set.
Of course, during that time, my husband completely freaked out on the kids. He has absolutely no patience with them. The elder son can just go in his room and shut the door. The younger, however, is a firecracker who just won't quit. The elder called me in tears because Grasshopper was yelling at his brother, so I called my sister to get the kids. When I confronted Grasshopper about it, he was all wide eyed, like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Doesn't he know that being a mother is like Big Brother. I'm watching you, sucker.
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