Tomorrow I take off to leave the house as a bachelor pad for five days. Am I afraid? YES!

Why you ask, because I’m the one that reminds everyone to pick up and I’m a stay-at-home mom, which means I do the cleaning, laundry and dishes. It’s not that my husband isn’t capable: but he’s just come down with a bad case of the flu, so I don’t expect him to do anything but recover, so that he can go back to work.

I’m not sure what I’m in for upon my return, as the house is far from perfect upon my departure. I guess I better enjoy me trip, huh?