OK: So, Here's the Thing . . .

You may recall a snide comment here or there in some of my previous posts about the fear that I will never, ever, for the next 18 years, get the chance to have the house to myself again.  Well . . .



. . . Bee suddenly decided at noon on Sunday that he felt like taking the boys camping.  Like, right then.  S.B. chose not to go, but Mr. C was quite gung-ho.  Really, very gung-ho.  It was pretty cute, actually, the way he kept pronouncing that he and Daddy were going camping, and we could stay home, but he and Daddy were going.

It was almost as cute as the shit-eating grin I had on my face the entire time it took me to throw together a bag for Mr. C and pack them some food (I think I broke some sort of camping-preparation record, as I got them packed and kicked out of the house within an hour.  Go Me!)

Now, mind you, I was a little disappointed that I really wasn't getting the entire house to myself, as S.B. was still around.  However, he spent most of the afternoon riding his bike to various destinations (30 miles in one day!) and attending social functions, so I was able to watch whatever movies I felt like, to my heart's content.  Of course, seeing as how I never knew when S.B. would make an appearance, I was unable to completely let loose and do things like, say, watch movies in the nude (Yeah.  'Cause I would do that) . . . still, it was enjoyable.

I thought about actually venturing out in public to see a movie or something, but decided I was just too tired to leave the couch.  Luckily, I already had dinner bought:

And I am only a teensy bit embarrassed to admit that I ate BOTH of those pints in two days.

Bee and Mr. C were back within 24 hours of their departure (selfishly forcing me to finish the last of my pints in furtive spasms).  Both apparently had a great time, though neither slept very well and Bee was particularly worn out from having to do all the set up and take-down on his own.  Still, it seemed to be yet-another good Father-Son Bonding Moment.

For my own part, I celebrated their return by sneaking off to Wendy's for one last hurrah (the Baconator pictured above), and have now settled down to do penance for my 24 hours of joy, in the form of Phase One-ing it for the next two weeks.