I tried to tell my husband what all I've done today and he sort of made fun of me. Like washing five loads of laundry is SO hard.
Okay, it's not. But I did hang the clothes on the line. And do a lot of other stuff.
He was just joking with me. He's in an exceptional mood because he's about to go gator hunting. Well, next week. He's so excited. I can't really think about it. I mean, if I really thought about the fact that he's going to spend every night for a week trolling the dark, twisting, incredibly complex backwaters of Franklin County actually searching for alligators to kill, I'd lose my mind.
So. I just go into denial and when he's gone I'll pretend that he's...well, I don't know.
At Boy Scout camp. Yeah, that's it! Boy Scout camp! He'll make me a lanyard and get his first aid badge and make s'mores over a campfire.
I feel better now.
I have nothing more to say except the fun will now begin!