Mason, Susan, Susan’s mom Liz and Mason’s cousin Dylan are on the road, en route to Orlando. Susan’s headed there for training or a meeting or something (I lose track) and the other three went along for fun. Dylan’s birthday is Thursday and I know the four of them intend on hitting Disneyworld that evening. Mason is pumped about the trip. I can’t wait to hear their stories and see pictures after they get home.

For those keeping score, that leaves Morgan at home with me. When both kids are at home I feel like pulling my hair out half the time with all the wrestling (“wallering,” as Granny ‘Kracken used to way), yelling, running, and fighting. But when I get one-on-one time with either one of them, it’s always really enjoyable. Mason and I had a really good mini-road trip last week with just he and I in the car, and this week Morgan and I are already having a good time by ourselves. With that whole “fighting for attention” thing out of the way, we have lots of time left to devote to reading, watching movies, playing at the park, coloring, or whatever.

I have to be honest here. I had a third paragraph already typed up here about how much fun I knew Morgan and I were going to have together this week, but so far tonight she’s slapped me in the face twice, scratched me on the nose once, and thrown her dinner across the room. That being said, she did ask where bubba and mommy were, and cried when I told her mommy would be gone for four days.

Ok, to be honest, we both cried at that point.