We've survived two weeks of you being away for work. I won't kid you, it's been difficult. The boys haven't felt well the entire time, I'm exhausted and needing a break, and the dog is super pissed that you aren't walking her first thing in the morning and letting her poop on other people's yards.
The neighbor's appreciate that part, though.
I've been telling myself that it's much harder on you since I'm surrounded by good friends and you're stuck with other dorkfish. (Aren't you getting tired of speaking in acronyms and working off a 24-hour clock?!)
But I'm holding down the fort here. Just last week, I had to mow the grass. I know, I usually mow the grass, but it's because I want to rather than not having another option. Oh, and the garbage men...apparently, they've realized that you're away as well. They seem to make it by the house at the exact same time that I am dragging the garbage cans out wearing only boxers and a t-shirt. I thought I had beat them last Wednesday, but just as I turned to run back into the garage, they pulled up and blew the horn. Fortunatly, all the neighbors who were out walking their dogs or getting their children on the school bus were then alerted to my presence. It was lovely.
So I've made an executive decision...
Back when you worked for the fire department in Tennessee, I always had offers of assistance. The guys offered to mow the grass, help with handyman projects, or just come over when I was lonely. Their generosity was overwhelming.
See? Making sure I don't fall off the firetruck. Safety First!
I recognize that moving back to Tennessee right now while your working in Florida might not be the wisest choice, so I'm enlisting some help. Since you said I can't hire a pool boy when we don't have a pool, I'm taking the boys trick-or-treating at the local fire department.
But don't worry. We won't talk to any strangers.