One Page Per Day

I’m leaving in a few short days to attend the Allume Conference.  I’ll be meeting some sweet friends In Real Life that I’ve only been able to connect with online up until now. I. Can’t. Wait.

I’d like to think that I am a kind wife.

Or, a tad whack-a-doodle.

Either way, I made up a little agenda for Sweetman. There are four pages; one for each day that I’ll be gone. I thought I’d done a pretty decent job of including every little detail that might be important for him to know. Sweetman is a night owl.  Ours is a pretty beautiful pairing.  I do the mornings, he does the evenings.  This will be a whole new world of hurt for him, getting the kids up and attem’ in the mornings.

We went through the agenda this weekend.  We walked around the house discussing where to find the things needed for the double-header soccer games for both kids on Saturday and which folder is for reading and which one to put the bus notes into.  Sweetman is an engineer. He thrives on details.

So, it shouldn’t have surprised me to see this:


First of all, I’d like to apologize for what now looks like a Classified Document.

And next, I’ll spare your eyes from scanning for the following information:  Every Single little notation he made?  It was already in the notes.  But, he needed to rewrite it “for importance”, he said.

And there are three more pages.

Exactly. Like. This.



It’s a good think I think he’s the bomb diggety.

(I must admit that I am slightly concerned that Homeland Security is going to be staring me down for writing the words “bomb” and “Classified” in one place on the web?  I’m just a Domestic Engineer who loves Jesus and Devil Dogs!  Promise!)