I could have written a dozen more notes but my husband stopped me.

He shook his head and laughed hardest at my note, for the babysitter, entitled "Things to do with Jay, Lola and Fifi" which included "take a walk around the block but watch out for geese poop" and "there's a clear bin next to the kitchen table with fourteen hundred craft projects but don't let Feenie use the permanent marker" and "create a littlest-pet-shop village on the carpet but not on the wood floor - it's too hard on their bottoms."

The cabinets aren't dirty. They're distressed.

I can not be the only mother in the world to fill five pages of notes when leaving on business for three days.  Right?  Le sigh. For the next few days, I'm trading in my yoga pants for skirts and turning my "purse" into a "business tote" and this opportunity came at the right time because oh my gosh the bottom of my purse has a reptile living in it.  Adios, kiddos.  And watch out for the geese poop on your walks.