You know, you only need one solid cocktail to turn things from bad to pretty darned good. This evening, for instance, I got me a nice seltzer, vodka, O.J. and cranberry/apple juice drink. The rain kept us inside ALL FREAKING DAY. I finally got the girls out for a stroll around 7:30 this evening, which was fantastic and overcast and cool, making the gorgeous azalea colors extra vibrant and the chemical green grass glowy. I spotted three bunny rabbits hopping around, and I believe the girls saw two of them, too. Beenie said “one was a mommy bunny and one was a baby”. She is fond of the mother child combo platter — really, who isn’t? We got home, each girl sort of brushed their teeth and threw their respective pre-bed tantrums that have been happening in the past week or so on the regular. I still find tantrums sort of cute, but that’s only when they occur earlier in the day when I can appreciate them. At night-night time, when everyone is tired and cranky as hell, they become tedious. I’m sure I’m doing something wrong that if I manage to correct, they will once again become the angels I know they can be, but hell if I know what that wrong thing is. I should probably just start wearing earplugs during the beddy-bye wrap-up like hubbo does. Smart. That’s why he makes the big bucks and I wipe people’s arses all day for free.
Tomorrow afternoon hubbo leaves for his first weekend away since the girls were born 2.5 years ago. Good for him, I say. I support vacation in any form, for parental units together or individual parents. Nothing whatsoever wrong with a bit of time away. God knows I could use some, and will have some eventually. Hope spouse gets to empty out his brain on the beach in N.C.