As I pack for the trip back home to Ohio I am anticipating the worst homecoming. In the past, when I’ve left my husband home alone, there have been some unfortunate surprises upon my return. Once when I went to Chicago he set the kitchen on fire damaging the appliances and turning my white ceiling black. Who cares if he singed his hair? I’m still paying off the appliances.

Going to miss these lil’ ones!

Another time, he threw the grease fire pan out the window into the snow and stained my new patio. He tells me he hasn’t looked at my to do list since I wrote it back in February. It wasn’t really so much a “to do list” more like a “what NOT to do list.” Regardless, it should be interesting when I walk in the door after being away for two months.

Oh how my life will transition when I move back to Ohio from stroller walks with my lil’ granddaughters in New Jersey’s parks to rubber gloves & Lysol.

-Mama Bell