Chris left this afternoon to take Dr. A to the Furman Homecoming. He was beyond nervous. Like, on the verge of an ulcer, type nervousness. In the 5.5 years that Chris and I have been together, THIS is the FIRST time that he has spent the night away from home without any members of our family. No, really. I'm serious.
Which, in turn, means that this is my first time being home alone with all three children for an extended period of time. And I am nervous. Which is ridiculous, because at one point in my life, I was a single parent. Of twins. But that was then and this is now and Quinn is oh-holy-mother-of-God-out-of-control. Not officially out of control...Chris can control him. I cannot. As in, he was climbing out of the cart at the grocery store, dumping a whole bag of animal crackers at the dance studio, and I had to threaten him with going to get his babysitter's husband to put him in his car seat when I picked him up from daycare. Awesome. I popped him on the bottom tonight and he squealed with delight. I'm not really sure what to think about that.
But, they have all been fed. They are all bathed. And now, they are all in bed.
I think I am going to wake up at 4am just to be on the safe side that we all get out of the house on time in the morning. Just sayin.