Today is the last day of Bill’s vacation from work. It’s been great having him around, because I’ve been able to do things like go to the grocery store…alone. Woo hoo!

After I returned yesterday from a solitary trip shopping for many of the things I need for my September meals, my past-naptime baby greeted me with those tears of joy (“Oh, finally, somebody who can help get me to bed“), and Greta seemed happy that I was home too. I asked Bill how everything went.

Bill: I tried to take the dog for a walk with all the kids.

Me: Really? How far did you go?

Bill: Just out the garage, down the alley, and around the corner.

Me: Oh? Who was losing it?

Bill: Me!

This must be why he always seems to think I need help around the house!