Long day...

My husband left for a four-day business trip three weeks ago—I think he’ll return someday. He’s dealing with an issue that’s become increasingly complicated—life here is following suit.

The kids and I spent this afternoon working in the front yard. They were great help for the first half hour. Then fighting began over who had the best job, and productivity decreased exponentially. I spent precious time negotiating peace talks and wished I didn’t need their help.

My sons thought I should buy them iced mochas for their trouble. I agreed, as long as they reciprocated for all the work I do. They figured out how to run the espresso machine and made their own mochas…I wasn’t offered one…sigh…