So Dee has left for camp for a week. And Em leaves Monday for a week to yet another camp. Yes, again. Clearly, I try my hardest to see the kids as little as possible during the summer.
This means I have almost 5 days of absolute freedom, whereby I can lie in my own sloth, pig out on nothing but Nanaimo bars, Cheetos, and margaritas. I might shower, but chances are better that I won't.
In other news,
* You should read this if you haven't already, because I'm actually not complaining for a change. I know!
* Y'all, I get Mother of the Year Award, and it is well deserved. Word.