My evening last night didn’t quite start out on the right note. In fact, I called my friend, a subscriber to this Blog, and told her, “I’ve just left my house with World War 2 going on.” My dear hubby and I were like passing ships in the night. I had to leave at 6:30pm to attend a charity event, and he was going to be in charge of finishing up dinner, homework and bath. As I was leaving, my 3 year old was running around naked, my big son was twirling the food around in his plate, and there was just enormous chaos during that bewitching hour. Oh the bewitching hour! In fact, had I not been going to a place where alcohol was to be served, I would have drank at home. No doubt. Just one of those days… And when he said to me, “How come the homework wasn’t done, and you’ve left everything for me,” I smiled at him and lovingly said, “Honey, figure it out.” And off I went. And he did… cuz all men figure it out when they HAVE to. 😉