So much for conclusions!

I just wanted to drop in for a sec before I take off again.

Last week my husband went duck hunting. It's his annual hunting trip with the boys. I'm not exactly sure what they do their. I can only imagine them sitting around a campfire comparing their plastic duck farms. Some people call these farms decoys, but I really think the men never quite matured past the playing with "Little People" stage of life. These guys have as many types of ducks as Barbie has outfits. We've got enticing ducks, swimming ducks, duck butts (feeding ducks), sleeping ducks, mega ducks, walking ducks, roto ducks that sort of fly and confidence ducks. Each serve some sort of twisted purpose in this sport of duck hunting.

Anyway, my husband came home after six weeks away, ordered a mountain of dirt for our presod lawn and then promptly left for his trip-- you got it after only four days at home. Strangely, I was OK with this trip. What I didn't count on were my children wigging out because dad was MIA-- again. Crying, fighting and back-talking were the words of the day. By the time he returned from his extended weekend of drinking, shooting at things and playing with fire, I was an angry woman.

"So did you have a good time?"I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Thanks for letting me go."
"Well, I'm glad for you. I really am because while you were gone the kids completely flipped out. they got mouthy. They wouldn't clean their rooms. You know all I want is a clean house and a happy family, but I can't have that because they are angry and won't pick up after themselves. All they wanted was you and I couldn't give it to them." (15 minutes later I stopped talking and took a bath).

I was doubly angery because a dear friend had died the day before he left on his trip and I couldn't find a sitter so I could go to the funeral. I tried going with three kids in tow, but my 2-year-old acted like a 2-year-old so I had to leave.And so I was mad about that too.

And so, my husband feels guilty. What do husbands do when they feel guilty? They lay sod and decide to plan a vacation.

Now I have a gorgeous lawn, and we're leaving for Oregon today to go to Coos Bay and Newport. Sorry Oregon buddies it was so spur of the moment, I didn't get a chance to contact anyone. However, I don't think he'd be game for socializing anyway. He thinks this blogging thing is bizarre and unhealthy. Oh well!

I hope to catch up on blog reading before I leave, but I probably won't get to read much if any because I have to pack-- and pay attention to my duck-killing husband.


PS-- If there are errors in this text, please don't point them out-- I haven't edited or even read this post (as I didn't on the other one). I'm just trying to keep this blog on life support until I can be a good blogging buddy again.