Here we are. Day 4 into your wild backpacking adventure in Colorado. I wonder if you found your prized bull elk yet. I can’t wait to watch you provide for our family by filling our freezer with elk meat. Also, an Instagram picture for you to reminisce with our future grandchildren. I already have so much to tell you when you come down to the real world with wifi, cell signals, and my honey-do list.
But don’t worry about that. That’s part 2.
This is part 1.
We’re fine, Scott. We’re fine. 96 hours of single parenting later, I am a completely sane individual.
I can’t complain, really. The kids are at school for seven hours a day during the week.
It’s not hard. I drive to the school. I drive from the school. I drive to the school. I drive from the school.
I have the dogs to entertain me during the day.
And I found a good book to keep me company at night.
I hope you and Hunter are on speaking terms since you two are stuck with each other for a good 10 days. I hope you’re healthy and drinking enough water. Is your pee clear, Scott? That’s important.
The weekend was hectic. I had to entertain the children all day. We all know I’m not the “fun” parent. I made them watch football all weekend. To catch you up – FSU lost, North Dakota State beat Iowa, and K-State won huge. It was like watching the ‘ole glory days in Manhattan, Kansas. Our house waved that flag with such pride.
The Kansas City Chiefs had turnover problems. They lost. This killed me, Scott. Killed me.
With all the estrogen flaring up and screaming at each other, you don’t need to worry about anyone breaking in at night. This house sits all night locked and loaded.
Thank you so much for the flowers you secretly sent us before you left! I was shocked when the flower lady stopped by! I mean, I’m right when I say you ordered them before you left because you can’t send flowers from a mountain with no cell phone service. I just hope you’re not dead from falling off a cliff or something because then these flowers would be extra creepy because they’re flowers sent from the grave.
So anyway, don’t worry about us. We’re fine. It’s day 4 out of 10. I’m 40% all there. 144 hours to go. I can’t imagine anything dramatic happening to me, our two daughters, two female dogs (who are complete bitches, by the way), and a female cat.
See you on part 2.
XOXO. Your wifey,