Ben went out of town overnight-- OVERNIGHT-- and the wheels totally fell off our bus. I am NOT CAPABLE of managing shit without him even for one night.
Jack had the stomach flu, BTW. THE STOMACH FLU.
And Dorothy climbed out of her crib twice-- TWICE-- and had to sleep with me and only slept from 11-6, when she usually sleeps from 7:30-6:30. The the next day the doorbell rang at 1:30, and she had just gone down for her nap at 12:45, and IT WOKE HER UP.
I mean, I was bitching and moaning abut the 24 hours of solo parenting when I thought everything would go normally. Had I known that Jack would open the door to his room and hurl EVERYWHERE in our direction the moment I set down the pizza box and cupcakes for our Thursday night movie party in the family room, I would have never let Ben leave. IT WAS THE PITS.
Also while Ben was gone, Dorothy and Cooper learned to FIGHT. Like seriously fight. What an awesome new skill **eye roll**