Dan was out of town last week, and now I know why I can never get divorced — my children are quite a handful! No time to blog, no time to sleep. I was lucky to get a shower every day.

Anabella came down with strep throat on Monday (the day after he left), and that was a good indication on how the rest of my week was going to go. It’s not that I can’t handle being alone with my own kids, it’s just non-stop with those two. And when it’s just me, I’m the only cook, waiter, referee, maid, bather/hair washer, boo-boo kisser, retriever/finder of things, etc. And it didn’t help that Anabella is the World’s Most Demanding Patient.

“Mommy, I need more ice.”
“Mommy, can you re-cover me?”
“Mommy, please fast forward.”
“Mommy, my arm hurts.”
“Mommy, I don’t want Scarlett to talk to me.”

And for two nights, these demands went on all through the night, in bed, next to me, like a little drill sergeant.

On Wednesday, I decided to play a fun game (because that’s what you do when you have no adults to talk to!) and count how many times Anabella and Scarlett said “mommy.” Between 6 and 8:45 p.m. the word “mommy” was spoken, screamed or cried 79 times. 79!

Luckily, Dan let me have lots of alone and nap time over the weekend, so I have mostly recovered from the ordeal and can get things back on track here and IRL.

See you tomorrow for WTF? Wednesday!