note to DH: you understand the subject line 😉 (and the hint for everyone else.)

DH had to go away on business. he doesn’t do it all that often, as he knows we all miss him too much when he goes. but this morning, he left for a business trip to The City (which for anyone who doesn’t know what means, Manhattan.) BC, who had been cheering for days at the thought of her dad’s trip (“now he won’t be here to yell at me!”) was wailing and moaning the loudest of anyone: “daddy, don’t leeeeeeeeeeeeeeave me!” being the biggest boohoo on the planet, i was finding it hard not to tear up seeing her in such grief. DH, though sensitive and kind to his DD, was able to tear himself away, leaving me with little miss teary-deary and jools, who was more interested in dora the explorer’s computer game on nick jr.com. i spent some time explaining how daddy doesn’t go away all that often and sometimes, he just has to. she said the only thing that would make her feel better would be talking to grandma, so i even got grandma and grandpa on the phone (at 7:30 a.m., which makes them pretty damn good sports in my book). no dice. finally, i resorted to the one thing i knew would snap her out of her funk:

curious george. (or, as he is fondly known in this house, curious jorge.)

yep. i resorted to television. once again, i am a bad mom. but i knew that she really wouldn’t snap out of it unless something really diversionary came her way. (and of course, i am secretly in love with the man in the yellow hat.)

it worked.

if i weren’t so pissed off at WETA for cancelling my beloved addiction, eastenders, i would send them money for this.

everyone had a good day at school; gymnastics class was fine. and then, the deluge. it monsooned here, just as i went to pick BC up with jools in tow. it was pissing down rain so hard, i could not see. we got home and had an hors d’oeuvre picnic on the family room floor, complete with BC and i trading off making up a story that was a little departure from the hansel and gretel tale of yore. it was actually fun. i got the kids showered, i read some stories (including my aborted attempt to read the spanish book jools took out from the school library today; BC was actually translating, but jools lost interest.)

we called DH, and he was on a ferry in the east river on his way to see a yankees game. i’m not thrilled about this on so many counts.

i wish he’d come home already.