Lee’s home. YEAH! Man I miss him when he’s gone. And not just because I had to order the Firday night pizza or load the dishwasher [although it does suck having to do that stuff when my boys are gone]. I’m just so used to him being here every night it’s weird when he’s not here. I worry about whether or not I locked all the doors [even though I checked them all twice] and whether the kids are whimpering [because, being a light sleeper, he's usually the one who gets up with them]. I hardly slept at all while he was gone. But last night he was home [a day early!] and all was good. I even slept in this morning. 12 hours of sleep. I feel great. Now.
In other news, we almost froze our cat, Bandit, to death. The cats love the fridge. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because we are going through this heat wave and they are just trying to get some cool air. In any event, I’m constantly having to shoo them out of the fridge when I get in there.
Earlier today, Lee was making the kids PB&J sandwiches for lunch. He had to get in the fridge for that. About a half hour later I got in the fridge to get a drink. And what do I see. Bandit. Sitting on top of the hamburger buns.
Freaking cat. When will they ever learn.
Now Bandit’s acting like I’m his number one gal, having just saved his life. He’s rubbing up against my legs, following me all over the house and jumping in to my lap as I type.
Thank God I was thirsty. I guess we are going to have to check the fridge every time before we close the door now.