Alone and Unafraid

It is hard, when you are 2 years old and like pockets, to know the difference between a pocket and your waistband. So it should really have come as no surprise last week when I discovered that Will, who is 2 and loves to put things in pockets, had put a fork not in his pocket…but in his pants. See last week Lauren took a trip to the South of France with her mom and sister in law; leaving me to play 2 on 1 with the boys. So I found myself saying things I thought I would never say, like: “why is there a fork in your pants?” Despite that, everyone faired very well, myself included, and there were no trips to the hospital or anything! There were very few “that’s not how mommy does it” or “Daddy, I wish Mommy was here.” I know, everyone must be very disappointed, expecting the worst, secretly hoping for some minor disaster that would push me over the edge of reason so that I could report the insanity here, but that was not the case.
Besides the fact that Braxton was sick on Monday and Tuesday and a cold snap kept us home bound more than I would have liked, it was very fun. Will and I had coffee every morning at the café, I shopped for our dinner at the little old lady’s pasta shop near our house and we had great man bonding time. I even managed to do laundry, clean up a few things and get everyone fed and dressed appropriately and in a timely fashion.
I did discover that since men are lazy, impatient and always looking for a better way to do something; that most likely not many men do housework or are stay at home dads here in Italy…it takes more than 3 hours to wash and dry 1 load of laundry. Also I found that with 2 boys on the loose, a single parent is always either preventing disaster or cleaning up the aftermath of what appears to have been a tornado