Chris left early, early, early this morning for his guys' annual ski trip. I forgot to do my pre-trip ritual of analyzing the contents of our wine shelf to ensure I have ample supplies while he is gone.
That was a serious tactical error.
He hasn't even been gone for all of 12 hours and I have morphed into crazy, screaming, psycho mommy. ("No wire hangers! No wire hangers!")
I hate crazy, screaming psycho mommy. I don't even realize she is there, lurking in the shadows, until she has fully unleashed her crazy. And it is a hell of a crazy.
Thankfully, I have a piece of chocolate cheesecake with my name on it calling me from the fridge. It's not wine, but chocolate has been known to banish quite a bit of the crazy.
Four days to go. I hope patient, loving, sweet mommy makes an appearance tomorrow. We need all the help we can get here.
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