Mr. Mom

On Friday afternoon, Jack got off the bus wearing nothing but a short sleeved t-shirt, shorts, and his shoes. He handed me his report card and then informed me that he forgot his coat, pants, and sweatshirt at school after PE. How can a kid who just handed me straight A's not realize that it's 28 degrees outside and he's fricking cold? Huh? Wha?!? While I was picking Henry up, Jack called me. "Mom? I found my coat and clothes in my backpack." At this point I got a migraine which put me in bed until Sunday. I spent a glorious 36 hours in a narcotic haze while Mitch ran the household. When I finally came to on Sunday and saw what the house looked like, I had an aneurism. Mitch did do some productive things, though:

He gave Henry a buzz cut. I will post after pics soon. It's pretty cute! He did use the dog clippers, which I think were last used to shave Seamus' butt, but are the clippers at Supercuts any better, I ask you?

He also baked bread from scratch, and it was good! He used my Kitchen Aid mixer, but he didn't break it (he also didn't ask for permission--it's my favorite thing I own besides my Coach bag, but whatever--all's well that end's well Pa always said).

He dressed Grace in a purple and orange corduroy dress with pink and red striped sweat pants and didn't dress Olivia at all.

He made chocolate chip pancakes which Olivia seemed really excited about. All in all, despite wanting to chop my head into tiny bits, it was not a bad weekend. There's something totally awesome about being able to act like a sick person when I'm sick. I don't think I've ever done that!