Mad Dog and I have returned from our annual kid-free cruise. We were blessed with good weather, great company and outstanding service and food. It felt good to get away, but I missed my boys. We were away from them for four nights. When we picked them up from school, it was clear that they were happy to see us. I even got a genuine hug from Full Speed. If any of you have a third grader like him that willingly gives you a public hug on school grounds, you know how special it is.
My sister-in-law and brother-in-law had volunteered to watch them for us while we were away. It worked out well because they live right down the street and my nephew goes to the boys’ school. When I picked up their bags and asked how it went, I was a little taken aback at what I heard. Apparently, they didn’t really seem to miss me, they didn’t hardly speak my name and they had a great time while we were gone. Can you imagine? How is this possible? You mean their life doesn’t stop if I’m not in it?
Well, I’m going to do the only rational thing I can do for next year’s cruise. I’m going to have to take them with me.