The best part of Thursday was having Lois back home with us. The boys were delighted with the toy cable cars she brought back from San Francisco, and I was delighted with the macarons from Miette. I was also delighted with the Taza chocolate covered nibs even though I haven't tried them yet. That kind of chocolate seems like it should be consumed very carefully and with reverence.
While the house was not a complete disaster, I was careful to keep it at just the right level of disarray. At the office, if they ever find out you're good at planning events, you'll get suckered into the party committee. I believe the same principle applies at home. Plus, I read somewhere that this would be a good way to show Lois that we really missed her. By the way, whoever wrote that is an idiot.
So, maybe I lost a few points there. But I figured I was rich with the points I scored from taking care of the boys for 4.3 days, so I could afford to squander a few. Chances are I was already hopelessly in dept, but still.
So life is pretty much back to normal again. The prospect of a day without crying, whining and playing juvenile games was really appealing, so I went ahead and took the day off work again today and stayed home. I'll deal with those issues in the office on Monday.
There are several things I have learned. If you burn a hotdog on one side, you can hide it by putting that side down on the bun. But at some point, you have to know when it's just too black. Also, kids are pretty good at knowing when you're bluffing. Buzz now owns my car and my vintage collection of Star Wars action figures. I'm hoping to at least win Boba Fett back at next week's poker night.
Another thing I learned is that kids aged 6 and 2 don't get tired of spending time with their dad, even when they're together nonstop for 4.3 days straight. These were definitely the best Father's Days ever.