Terrance has been away since last Wednesday. Which means I have been single parenting since last then.
I honestly do not know how single parents do it. The constantness of a 12 year old is exhausting.
To make matters MORE....Em had Thursday and Friday off, so she and I have had full on 24/7 togetherness since Wednesday afternoon.
I am wrecked. Exhausted, short on patience and wrung out. My throat is sore and I have a raging sinus headache. I don't sleep well when Terrance is away, so that means I don't fall asleep until about 3 a.m. or so, only to be woken by Rabbits, Cats and Child bright and early the next morning wanting food.
So when Terrance rolled in last night, I was grateful to see him.
So grateful that I walked out in the living room at about 10 p.m. and offered up part of my secret stash:
Me: "Hey - you want a peanut butter cup?"
Me: "Do you want a peanut butter cup?"
Terrance: "A peanut butter cup? Is that a code word for sex?"
Me: "NO. I am offering you a peanut butter cup - as in an actual peanut butter cup!"
Terrance: "Oh. Maybe we should make peanut butter cup our code word for sex."
Me: "NO, because when your daughter asks me for peanut butter cups, it will eternally ruin the joy of the peanut butter cup for me because it will be a code word for sex and will be said by my daughter and just Ewwww."
Me: "So do you want a peanut butter cup -a REAL one?"
Terrance: "No, but I would like to have sex."
Me: "I give up."