She just left this morning and already the house is a mess, the cats are restless, and I'm exhausted. In fact, I just now, at 10:30, got back from the grocery store (which was only possible thanks to our wonderful Cynthia). I always find grocery shopping at night a kind of surreal experience. The too-bright lights, the shoppers contemplating their cookie options while clad in pajama pants and slippers (or maybe that's just in Lawrence?)... I don't know, something about it is always slightly disturbing to me. But not as disturbing as brining two tired and hungry children to the grocery store during the 6:00 rush. So instead, I wait until they're in bed and our wonderful Cynthia is busy doing her homework and not going anywhere anyway (as far as I know) and I sneak away.
But, yes, Stephanie is in DC this week for work. I don't know how single parents do it. And I even have a Cynthia!
Foxy, come home! We miss you!
Lilah is so distraught that she's fallen into a coma: