As I mentioned in a previous post, my husband is a computer geek. This is his hobby and his occupation, so he attends DEFCON in Las Vegas every August (at least for the past few years, anyway). He is there now and from there he is off to Canada on business. He would go to DEFCON anyway but somehow it is "job related" so he gets to go on the company dime. Fine by me except that means I have the kids all to myself for the weekend. The timing this year is not the best, either, since he has to go to Canada as well...right after DEFCON. The result: ten days with the kids...by myself.
Please understand that I love my kids more than anything in the world (next to my aforementioned husband, of course). They truly are great kids and they make me laugh, smile, and cry all at the same time. My husband and I made some great babies, that is for sure! (wink) I have to admit, though, those kids drive me up the wall at times. My daughter insists on always getting in the last word (she takes after me) while my son turns on the water works when he does not get his way. I am convinced that boys mature much more slowly than girls because my daughter got over that (at least on a genuine basis) a looooong time ago. She still "cries" in an attempt to make me feel bad but I see right through it. Long story short (too late!) my boy was crying about Daddy being gone, saying things like "He doesn't want to be here with us" and "How can he like his job when it takes him away from us? I want Daddy to rub my back...he's the best and he is the only one who can make me fall asleep." I know first hand that this last statement is not true as my boy fell asleep tonight as soon as he hit the pillow.
To sum things up, I am tired. So why am I still yammering on here? Good night!!!
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