Boy will my wife be surprised when she comes home Friday.

She will be surprised to see both boys still alive, the dishes done, the roof completed, the house (sorta clean), the plants watered, and the dog not in the attic.

It will stun her to learn that I only ate out twice, got all the groceries, made it to all the appointments, delivered all the paperwork and didn’t commit any crimes against humanity.

The house is still standing. Nobody raided us for any reason. The boys didn’t grow another arm.

Nothing to worry about, dear.

It’s funny how she had lots to worry about when Barb and Lacey left for a girls camp early Monday. She’s one of the people in charge and the chance for logistical nightmares are almost certain.

There’s plenty there to focus her attention until she returns Friday afternoon. Except she wasn’t worried about that. She didn’t think the boys could handle it together. She thought the earth would cave in under our house. Or we would need a bailout.

No, we’re good. Nothing to see here. I am perfectly fine.

There is one slight problem though.

It’s only Wednesday.