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My husband is on vacation all this week with the kids…by himself.

He was too busy trying to finish up the construction job at Gannon University this summer to take vacation on the weeks I was off and this, the last week the girls are on summer break, was the first chance he had to take time off.

You may think I’m upset about this, but I truly cannot wipe the smirk off my face.

Seriously. I just dropped a piece of my lunch salad into my lap because I was eating while I typed that & smiled so wide that food fell out (which is gross, but, hey, I’m in an office of my own now so I don’t have to worry about eating like a lady anymore. Booyah!).

I suspect this is going to be an eye-opening and exhausting week for my husband. And, sick as it is, I’m really going to enjoy this (tee, hee, hee).

Welcome to my life, man.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kids and I love taking them to do fun stuff and I use 98 percent of my vacation time on them, but vacations with kids aren’t exactly relaxing. They’re a lot of work — breaking up fights, feeding them all the time, keeping them entertained, packing up food to go wherever we’re off too, etc.

He’s got a plan.

It started with taking them to Cook Forest to meet up with the rest of his family who were camping there this weekend. They were only staying one night and will be home by dinnertime tonight, but it left me with all day yesterday to be home alone.

Now, that’s a vacation.

But, of course, like I do with any vacation, I worked my butt off. I ran a 10K, did every single bit of laundry in the house, paid bills, caught up on miscellaneous housework and cleaned the joint from top to bottom.

Likely, it’s all in vain because as soon as they come home today, there will be piles of laundry, flip-flops tossed at every door, Kool-Aid spilled on the kitchen floor and toys strewn throughout the house.

I’ll have to remind Dan that part of his job as a SAHD this week is to keep the house clean and put a hot meal on the table at night.

This is going to be fun. 😉

I could get used to having a “manny.”