Amazingly, We Survived

Short post because there are lots of things that I NEED to do today, but not a lot of things that I WANT to do. Ahem....

My husband attended a meeting in Charlotte last night. This should not be a big deal. However-if you know me, you know I am a 90 year old trapped in a 32 year old's body. I am not a person who does well after dark when my husband isn't with me. I use to be very independent and this didn't bother me at all. However, with age comes the wisdom (or insanity) that scary people come out after dark and I. WANT. NO. PART. OF. THE. SCARY. Within 10 minutes of him leaving, my mini-man and I had smoked up the entire house with a steak biscuit in the microwave which Seth announced smelled like a dead racoon. Now we live with a dead racoon and I don't know if he will ever leave. I then proceeded to find things to clean for hours. I couldn't sit down because if I sat down I remembered that it was dark out and, for the love people, my man wasn't home!!!!! (For the record, Seth did not know that I was nervous about this. I don't want to pass this on to him-so I kept it quiet.) The bad part about the cleaning is that now I'm afraid that he will find reasons to be gone in the evenings more often so I will clean the house without him having to help. You see-it's become a never ending vicious cycle. Me, Olin, The dark time, Cleaning.....It's like a vortex. At least in my head.

The good part of last night? Seth announced, for no reason, that he was going to go scrub the bathroom. I think I am rubbing off on him with my cleaning streak. Amen, Hallelujiah. Keep Hope Alive.....

I'm hoping there will not be anymore late night meetings in Charlotte anytime soon. I really think it's for the best. :)