12:00 and all is well

I'm back from my business trip. Although I actually had a great time, I missed my family terribly and I'm happy to be home. I want to go wake up the girls and hug them and talk to them. Before I left, I spent a lot of time cleaning the house, doing laundry and laying out outfits, scrubbing bottles, and most importantly making sure all necessary grocery supplies are on hand.

I came home to a organized, clean house with the children tucked into bed and Bill hanging out on the computer. I'm glad things went well; but secretly I had hoped a disaster similar to this would occur so that he'd experience some of my pain and validate that the disaster was due to Reagan being the common denominator, not that I was in charge. Is it wrong to wish such things on my poor, sweet husband? Never mind, don't answer that.

On another note, Reagan fell at school today. She was walking with a pail in front of her and tripped and fell. She gave herself a bloody nose and scraped up her face. Her outfit they sent home was just covered in blood. They said she was quite the champ though. They were amazed at what a tough girl she is. They said she picked herself up, touched her face, looked at her hands covered in blood, and shrugged it off. They were far more upset that she ever was.