When the cat's away...?

Tamara laughed when I used that phrase the other day. I think she knows somehow--I don't know how-- what it's really going to be like while she's away visiting her sister. I think she knows things here are going to end up like a lame Michael Keaton movie. Day 1 (yesterday) successes: no deaths no fires everyone got off to their Mutual or Cub Scout activities on time dishes ended up in the sink we managed to eat the entire platter of burritos that Tamara left for us (actually--maybe not a "success") So far today, I aired out the house and got four children on the bus. And we had pancakes. Forecast for tomorrow: cold cereal and juice.