Are You Coming Home Honey?

Ah, the weekend.  Saturdays are made for sleeping in (7:30), relaxing (laundry) and...marker all over Hailley's face?  I opened her bedroom door to see her sitting on Sway's chair pillow, decorating her face and the pillow with blue marker.  My little artist.  And it was only 8 am. 

After the art fiasco, the rest of my day went as follows:
The house was a disaster.  I started cleaning immediately. Hailley peed on the living room table (potty training is fun!) Swaylynn, my 8 year-old, started to melt down around 11 because I let her stay up too late the night before.  Being the genius I am, I put her down for a nap with Hailley. This meant they spent their quiet time fighting.  Maximus, my 4 month-old, was gassy and therefore irritable and refused to nap when the girls did.  This meant I also did not get a nap in.  By the time Blake came home at 3:30, I was ready to escape. 

Now my husband loves me and wants me to be happy.  However, if I don't declare some "me" time then it just doesn't happen.  Men are so different-they take care of themselves first and everyone else comes after that.  It is not that Blake is cruel or overly selfish, its just the way he is programmed.  This is why when he sauntered home finally, I handed him the baby and said, "Well, I've got a few errands to run, so I'm leaving."  I had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do, but I figured I'll get to that after I get the heck out of the house. 

"Okay honey!" was his cheerful response.  I quickly explained that everyone was hungry and grouchy, and I headed out the door without even changing out of my Mom At Work outfit.  I had escaped!  I went straight to the mall.  I never go shopping.  For a person who rarely goes anywhere without diapers and goldfish snacks, I felt like I was on vacation.  My plan was to window shop mostly.  Oh, I had a fantastic time.  So much fun in fact, trying on dresses and drooling over shoes and treating myself to a new necklace, that I never even looked at my cell phone to check the time. Finally the high started to wear off and I heard my cell phone chirp with a new text message.  My husband had written, Do you plan to come home honey?

Of course I planned to come home. Eventually.