Stephen is in New York. For 10 days. And I'm home alone with a 2-year-old and a newborn.
"Stop whining!" I hear you all say. "It's only 10 days!" While that may be true, I have realized that the longest we've been apart since we've been dating was a mere 5 days in December of 2005 when I visited my grandparents for their 50th wedding anniversary. I feel this is sort of pathetic. I should be able to handle 10 days on my own, right?
Hopefully my dear son will make things easier for me, and my house won't become one of chaos and confusion.
And I won't see too many faces like this: