When the cat's away...

When the cat's away...the mice are sad. Okay - we played some too - but we are all sad and miss daddy as he is away on another business trip.

However, I will say - it is getting easier the more I do it - to find a way to juggle it all on my own.

Don't get me wrong - I'd still rather have him here, but I'm getting better at it I think. (less yelling, fires, general chaos, etc...) ;-)

Last night, after putting Ainsley to bed, Shaun pinned onto his pajamas the Junior Pilot wings that Daddy brought home from his last trip. He decided this is his "Man of the House" wings. Then we reviewed "Shaun's Man of the House" checklist daddy leaves him.
We locked each door, placed a phone by mommy's bedside, kissed Ainsley goodnight, and turned on the alarm. Then we did our normal bedtime routine.

About an hour later, I hear the THUMP that means Shaun got out of his bed. I listen from downstairs thinking he's going to the bathroom, but after I don't hear the flush, I head up stairs. I look in his room, bathrooms, my bedroom, and finally realize Ainsley's door is open and he's in there. Standing next to her bed, checking on her (She is sound asleep). I ask what he's doing and he say's he thought he heard her cry out and since Daddy is gone it is his job as the man of the house to check on her. Then he comes out, closes her door softly, walks right past me to his room, climbs up in his bed and goes back to sleep.

I just love this kid!