On The Third Day...\

...of solo mom work trip I called home to see how Handy Man was dealing with being a single dad. He said things were going well. The kids were doing great. They had already gotten up early, headed to the store and went grocery shopping. Mr Blue Eyes was already napping. My Brown Eyed Girl playing. 

Everything sounded great.

I asked if I could talk to my Brown Eyed Girl. I missed this cute little face.

I had a little ache. I wanted to sweep her up and give her a little squeeze. I love the weekends with my kids.

My Brown Eyed Girl got on the phone and my heart melted with, "Hi Mommy!"

The best thing about talking to a three-year-old... 

You get the truth about what's REALLY going on back home!

My honest little Brown Eyed Girl informed me in the first 30 seconds after "Hi Mommy!" that Mr Blue Eyes had eaten dirt that morning, "a lot of dirt!" That Daddy had to put him in the tub because he had mud all over his face and tummy. 

I learned she had a new dolly. Which means that Daddy bribed her at the grocery store in the morning to be good and if she was, she would get a new toy. Ohhh Daddies!

At least she didn't tell me that the kitchen had caught on fire. 

She asked me if I was coming home in five days. Daddy must have tried to quantify when I would be home. I told her I would be home soon and I missed her.

I told her I loved her. Asked her to help Daddy. And most importantly, I told her I loved her. 

Counting down the days!