8 days “alone”: a summary

Number of times someone was injured:

one eye scratch

one gashed forehead

one toe stepped on twice by a girl wearing tap shoes

one scraped shoulder

one bloody lip

one stubbed toe

two knee abrasions

countless band-aids

= 3 banged up family members.

Number of times I cooked dinner:

ZERO

Number of times we went out to eat:

Once

Number of days without rain:

One.  And that’s being generous.

Number of blogs I posted:

Five.

Number of times I heard “Mom, Eli hit me!”

82,513 (at least it felt like it).

Number of times the neighbors fed us:

Two.

Number of bottles of wine I opened:

One.

Number of times I had wine someone else opened:

Three

Number of times I let my kids sleep with me:

Zero, always zero. 

Number of new articles of clothing I bought:

Hey, my husband reads this, so I’m saying NONE (with fingers crossed). 

Number of times I skipped a workout:

Zero (I rule!).

Number of TV shows I watched:

One (Glee)

Number of dance dress rehearsals I had to attend:

Two (so worth it)

Number of times my husband called to see how we were doing:

ZERO (ahem,)

Number of fish my husband will bring home:

Zero (not sure about this whole catch and release thing)

Number of times I mowed the lawn:

One.

Number of times I’ve mowed the lawn since 2005:

One.

Number of times I deep cleaned, organized, crafted, learned, or did something very useful with my free time:

Zero (blogging rules!, Does mowing the lawn count?)

Number of times I had to talk to Hannah about how soon her sister is coming home for the summer:

I stopped counting after infinity.

Number of times I thought about how cute my kids are:

(Note: lawn freshly mowed by yours truly).

I rarely stop.

And to my darling, wonderful husband.  You have been missed.  I hope you had fun and sorry I can’t stay but I have plans, many, many plans.  Let’s try to meet up again in July shall we?  :)