On My Own

So, I'm a single parent again. Dooce is griping about it on her blog too. I should say "whining", what am I afraid of? That she'll come over and read my little blog, the Grand Poobah-ess of the blogosphere? She is kind of whining, although Leta certainly doesn't seem like the easiest of children to single parent.

Anyhoo. My husband is currently somewhere in Romania. Am I spelling that correctly? That looks strange. Maybe there's another "u". Roumania? Whatever. You all know what I'm talking about. He left this morning. Get this: we elected to drive him to the airport this morning at 7:30 rather than have him leave his car. The airport, on a good day, is a 10 minute trip from our door. That's with no traffic on the autobahn. We dropped him off, no problem. It was the trip back that sucked. It took us an hour and twenty-five minutes to get back home. I still have no idea why. There were no accidents, no mangled bodies, no blood and gore, no broken glass. That being said, I've been there and done that, accident-wise and should be glad not to see it again. It's still a little annoying when there's no apparent reason for the irritation.

Also, yesterday, I opened a package of Easy Mac elbow macaroni without following the proper instructions and suddenly, there were elbow macaroni flying through the air like confetti. I'm still finding it behind things that were 15' away. Annika thought that was pretty cool, like Mama was doing it on purpose. Irritating. I did better on the second try.

Today, in the commissary, when I was going through the checkout line, the woman in front of us turned to me and said "Your children are so sweet!". I said "Whaaaaatttt?", so she very nicely repeated herself. I almost fainted right onto my bread and eggs. No, actually I told her that that was very nice to hear as usually I get comments along the lines of "Wow, you must have your hands full" or, as in later on today: "You look more tired than they do".

Josiah scored a goal today in his soccer scrimmage.

I just finished another episode of Lost. What I love the most is when they're having their little flashbacks of their normal (ha!), past lives and their lives intersect with someone else's, like when Sawyer is at the diner and Kate's mother serves him pie or something. I get a kick out of that. But things aren't that bad for them on the island. Whatever that thing was, galumphing through the trees, it hasn't shown up for about six episodes. They just found a parachute attached to a crate that was full of Dharma Intiative mac-n-cheese. How bad can life be if you have mac-n-cheese? Really. I always wonder these dumb things about the castaways...like: do you think the women continue to shave their legs? Legs I could maybe live without, but armpits, definitely not.