Today was just your normal Tuesday around here, really.

This morning the kids watched a three hour SpongeBob marathon while I worked; they alternated screaming with laughter and challenging each other to armpit farting contests. I talked on the phone, in my pajamas, with my editor, because the best part of the virtual office is not having to put pants on.

Wade emailed me mid-morning to see if I wanted to have lunch; I said, sure why not! Of course he had forgotten that today was Tuesday and the kids were home, so when I showed up for lunch with the boys, that kind of killed the romantic vibe. But at least the kids behaved.

This afternoon I baked two dozen test cupcakes, for Charlie’s birthday party. It wasn’t the cupcakes that required the test, it was the icing, and since the first batch was, er, disgusting, I was glad we did a test run. By the second batch, I had eaten so much icing that I was unable to determine if it was any good, so I took a plate of cupcakes and a big blob of frosting over to Rita and said, “Here, taste this.” She did and assured me that it was fine, which was good because it was really pretty and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?

In between lunch and cupcakes, I sent Charlie over to Rita’s to play, because why entertain my child myself when someone else’s kid can! Perfect. And apparently he agrees, because as I was trying to shuffle everyone out the door at the end of the day so Rita could get dressed for her date night and I could thaw something for dinner, he said, “Can I have ONE MORE juice box?”

And she said, “No, Miles, you cannot.”