Well, Notat had the evening at home tonight while I am pulling the weekly closing shift.

I got these text messages a couple hours ago… he had just gotten home from work and picking up the boys. These span over about 20 minutes. (note: we keep the pup in the kitchen when gone for more than 4 hours, on account that he can’t hold it that long in his crate, yet)… AND- it’s raining today…

“Big ol kitchen poop”
“No pee tho”
“Awesome”
“Shat in the dining room. Yay!”
“I am the master of poo!!!!!”
“Poo in the den. Going a little crazy. Dishes, laundry, poo, homework, supper….”
“Remind me that I wuz once a single parent? I think I’ve lost it… Still in a happy mood tho, woot!”

And then- about 1 hour later - he and the boys brought me dinner at the store. Like they always do.
He DEFINITELY hasn’t lost it.

You rock, baby!