In the last month, Donnie was out of town 24 days. TWENTY-FOUR DAYS. He's a youth pastor. It's summer. That's just how it goes.
Since this is my first summer with the little guy, I didn't expect to get much done during this month. We hunkered down in the air conditioned house, made a few trips to the library, and mostly just hibernated and waited it out. But no matter how hard I try to make our times without him uneventful, I always end up about a mile from Crazytown by the time he makes it back to us.
Here are a couple facebook status examples of what I mean:
In other words, we went to Walmart."
DO NOT TOUCH YOUR BROTHER'S HANDS AFTER YOU HAVE PAINTED WITH POOP.
DO NOT BRUSH YOUR HAIR FROM YOUR EYES WHILE MOMMY IS STILL RUNNING IN CIRCLES AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO CLEAN UP FIRST AND DIDN'T REALIZE THAT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR HANDS.
::Warning! These next pictures are explicit, but several of you asked for them.::
Some dreams need interpreting. Not this one."