When The Mister's Away....

I love The Mister. Have I ever mentioned that? I just thought I should start this post by making that perfectly clear--because in a minute you might wonder...


The Mister is away on business. That means he's in Florida (enjoying golf and sunshine) while we remain here, entrenched in the snow. There's something about having The Mister away on business... I always complain and carry-on a little, but really I don't mind so much. Sometimes it seems like we actually talk more while he's away. I think that's because he is forced to stay awake for the meetings and mandatory dinners. By the time he calls, it's late and the kids are in bed, so I get his full attention. When he's home, his attention is divided between 5 kids and household responsibilities, and then he goes to bed early... We hardly ever get a chance to talk when he's here.


And the weirdest thing??? When The Mister is gone, the house gets tidier (and stays that way). I'm still working of theories for that one. I think he encourages more "messy" play with the buddies and then it doesn't always get cleaned up. Also--ever since we've been married I have referred to The Mister as Paper Man. Paper Man is the superhuman paper scattering machine. Once he enters the house, all horizontal surfaces inexplicably become covered with collected bits and pieces of paper... Business cards, receipts, notes, fliers, articles, you name it! I don't miss Paper Man when The Mister is away.


So, if you're in the neighborhood, please stop by! The house is unusually tidy, and I'd enjoy the adult company! And Mister, come home soon, but leave the extra bits of paper at the hotel!