One down.

Joel is gone for four days now. This is like a dry run for a few weeks from now, for when he's gone for EIGHT WEEKS except weekends. So far, so good. We went to the mall for the morning

and had burgers for lunch

and made fresh muffins to have with butter for dinner.

We painted

our toenails

(washable, my ass).

On the downside, Eleanor fell off of a kitchen chair onto her face, and has had, like, ten time-outs (which is sort of par for the course these days, because I am swift and merciless with my time-outs. Also, the numbers are a bit skewed because she can't help hollering through the first time-out, the penalty for which is another two minutes. So really, she had, like, five double-time-outs today. Toddlers, man), and we ran out of both milk and coffee cream and had to make an after-dinner walk to the store in the rain.

I carry the baby, baby carries the grocery.

But everyone is in bed now, and I'm obviously not going to tidy since I've already sat down. I AM going to get up to get a bowl of ice cream, though.