I was gone for three days -- through no fault of my own, mind you, but still gone nonetheless. And Michael stayed home with the kids, fell behind at work, and made sure the whole house was clean when I got home. It would appear he spent most of this time quite sober, bless his heart. (Which is another reason he is a better person than me.) But I am grateful. I am very grateful, indeed.
And yet my nearest and dearest, the one I love above all others, declares this past Sunday evening: 'Aaaah, everything is back to normal! Leo is screaming and mama is depressed. Awesome.' And there we are. There we are. Indeed.
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