Funny. I called her while I was driving to her apartment, said I'm on my way, have the boys packed up. She sent them out when I got there. She stayed up on the 3rd floor balcony, yelled down that I could drop them off in the morning.
Got to the house and - the dog was inside. ??? Happily I didn't find any poop or pee in the house, but what the heck? She left the dog inside all day?
So - I grilled some chicken breasts I'd had sitting in BBQ sauce for the last couple of days, got the boys to bed, and suddenly I'm realizing today - not only am I good at this - I'm actually happy. When did that happen?
Calling into a meeting in a little bit, which is OK, the boys are in bed. I may actually have a good shot at achieving the balance that W wanted me to. Just took her leaving.
