That's right, folks! Your favorite Prince Charming has departed The Palace for the duration of this week.
It's an all-expense paid vacation, coutesy of the Navy.
And when The Cat's away, it doesn't take long before the mouse returns to Reckless Abandon. Let me give you a glimpse of how the week will go in Happily-Ever-After-Land...
Miss Priss will be able to do her favorite thing all day long - watching cartoons!...no Hubster around to say "No cartoons in the afternoons!" (Ok, so maybe that was MY rule - whatever, let Priss THINK it's daddy's fault!)
And when the TV is free, there will only be viewing of the TV shows I want to watch...no Hubster around whining about how much CSI sucks or trying to make me watch The Shield!
We will eat nothing but frozen waffles and pumpkin pie and shy-shies (that's french fries, for those not in the loop)...no Hubster around to insist on feeding us good, nutritious food!
The dishes will remain unwashed until there are literally no clean untensils left...no Hubster around - well, he doesn't MAKE me do the dishes. Oddly enough, I LIKE doing the dishes when he is home. He loves to cook, and I like to keep the kitchen clean for him. Weird, huh?
We will Christmas shop in the *real* mall two towns over and the outlet mall an hour away...no Hubster to question the where, why, or how!
And when we shop, we will literally shop till we drop! I will become one of those women that I throw dirty looks to when I see that they've got their toddler still up and about at 9:30 at night...no Hubster to come home to or give me those guilt inducing phone calls when it starts to get late!
The living room will turn into an obstacle course, and the bedrooms will become an ode to dirty laundry...well, it's sort of like when Hubby's home!
I will teach Priss how to correctly take a shot (no wussy sipping here!) and how to win at drinking games...no Hubster around to remind me that it's inappropriate to get toddlers drunk!
OK, maybe I went a little too far with that last one. Do you think I went too far? Yes, you're right, I should wait until Priss is at least 18 before I begin showing her the ways of the world. Strike that last one...
Anyway, I think you get the point.
It's a week of FREEDOM!!!
(Or TOTAL CHAOS - just depends on how you want to look at it!)
And then every night, after the baby's gone to bed and the computer's been turned off and the dog's been let out (yes, I remembered Honey!), I will walk by myself through my cold, dark house, climb into bed with the extra blanket I have to throw on top, instinctively poke my frozen feet to the other side of the bed, then realize it's empty - and I will wish the week would go by faster so my Hubby-wubby would be back home with me!
