Now that I have the J-O-B, I'm not there for the little girls as much as I used to be. We don't get those long walk/runs every morning, and lots of our quality time in general has been compromised. I'm a sucky pseudo dog parent. Laurie really misses getting her toenails painted, but that's another story for another day...
Anyhoo, every morning I drive away with two little angelic faces waving goodbye and wishing me well for the day. 99% of my evenings I also pull into the drive to see two angelic faces eagerly waiting my arrival and asking how my day went.
Earlier this week as I drove home at my usual time, I got a call from the in-laws, telling me that the girls had been at their place during the afternoon...... and that they were at their place (perhaps a few miles away) almost every afternoon. Whoopsidaisies.
I drove thataway to pick them up. Pull into the drive, no girls. No girls anywhere. I called and called for them, all to no avail. I had finally given up and started on my drive home, where lo-and-behold, two little girls were trotting down the road, frantically trying to make it back in time to undoubtedly meet me for their unwritten 5:45 curfew. Whew.
Same scenario. I got home tonight a bit early after a few afternoon appointments. I pulled into the drive and it looked like a ghost town. No Walmart-esque greeters waiting for me eagerly. Bummer.
Lo and behold, at 5:45 I opened up the kitchen door into the shop and looked down to find two angelic faces staring back up at me.
"Where have you been?" I asked the guilty parties, to which I received the smart-alecky reply, "What you talkin' bout, Willis?"
I keep trying to explain to Wesley that if we got the girls some sort of bluetooth/cellphone/intercom system at the house that I could call and let everyone know when I was going to get home. Thus far I have been veto'ed by the boss man. Stay tuned to see if we can get him outvoted...
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