We have to worry about the bills, the kids and the household, as well as handle anything else that comes our way. I mean, the kids are still alive, the house is still standing and the car isn't totaled yet. I call that success. But we still want our spouses home. We miss the smell of PT clothes and running shoes in the morning.
Somebody needs to clean out the storage room.
The kids are uniting to overthrow us as head of the household. We can't figure out why the engine light is on in the car. We're about ready to shoot down the satellite that transmits the Cartoon Network. We miss the sound of the phone ringing at 3 a.m. when there is an alert. Our evenings out now consist of battling with an old lady over the last of the bottled water at the commissary.