Know Fear (I do)

As I was looking for images of fear to illustrate this entry, I saw a picture of some heavily tatooed all-boy metal band called "Beyond Fear." And I thought to myself, 'Of course they're not afraid; there is no childcare involved in their thrash-all-night, sleep-all-day, lives. There are no infinitely precious, infinitely irritating little beings needing them every minute of every day. If they play badly one night it's not like the audience is going to need 20 years of therapy or anything. Please note that the picture I did choose has a child coming toward you and she's clearly about to ask you to get your fat ass off the sofa (which you just this minute sat down on) and do something for her (Mommy, I need lunch. Mom, I need to go to the mall. Mom, the dog just threw up on the clean laundry.).

So the reason for all these musings is that my husband is out of town FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS (!!!) and I'm here not exactly keeping the home fires burning - more like keeping the home fires from burning the house down. Have a feeling it's going to be one of those periods where, if you get to the end of the day and everybody's still alive you feel like you've succeeded. Wish me luck. Send me cheering messages. Make my husband come back.