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.

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