So, every night I sing for three hours with a group of 130 singers and a full orchestra--with a gong and everything! It is thrilling. Just thrilling. I am trying to slow down and enjoy every minute of it. These moments are too few and far between (except for these two weeks, of course.)
Luckily for me, John managed to get two weeks of military leave to work at the guard for an upcoming project. So, he is home every night to "father." This is certainly a new record for him. So many nights in a row of bath and bed time. I can't believe how well it worked out because I was just sure I was going to have to quit the chorus--because how likely would it be that I could find babysitters for all those nights while he was out of town? UNLIKELY, that's what.
And, last night I stumbled in, bleary eyed from a long drive up the Interstate to find the house cleaned up. Super Dad. That's him.
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Awesome. Im jealous.
Oh! So, great! Matt's a great sitter a few times a night. He's has some trouble getting the still-nursing Lila down. The past couple of times, he's texted me to brag that he got them both down w/o any crying! He does not clean, however. I'm jealous! Usually, I come home to him passed out on the couch with dishes in the sink and the countertop a mess! Ick!
oops. Matt's a great sitter a few times a month at night (I didn't proof read).
That is going to work out so much to your advantage. She will be SO much more attached to him because of this.
A CLEAN house?! Wha? Damn.
14 straight days? And you can't drink during any of this? Dear God, I would need help. Good luck to you.
Oh, and people were just talking about Atlas Shrugged last night at book club. I think I need to try to read that some day. After I read the last 800 pages of my 1000-page World Without End that is due back to the library on Friday.
Huh?
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