Mason spent the night with Grandma and Grandpa on Friday night. I didn't have a hard time with it but Austin sure did. I couldn't believe it. He did everything but stomp around and cry.
I had a dinner for MOPS on Friday night so I left it up to Austin to get Mason over to his parents house. I made sure all he had to do was grab Mason, the milk out of the fridge, and a little bag with sippies in it. I didn't think it sounded that hard. I had already packed the truck with the bags, pack-n-play and carseat.
Well I go and enjoy my dinner and get home around 9:30 and Austin isn't there so I call him. He wasn't even over to his parents house yet. What??
Come to find out Mason had hurt himself by falling into the couch arm and they had fallen asleep in Austin's recliner. Mason now has a huge bruise on his cheek. The poor little kid.
So anyways Austin wasn't happy about Mason being away all night and had planned on picking him up as soon as he got home from his 'hobby'.
That didn't happen. He went over there but ended up bring his father home with him and working on the bathroom floor. What do you know they ran out of tile at 6:45 so I had to make the hurried run to Menards. He just had to have it that night so that he could get it all cut and thinset so that he could grout Sunday. Whatever. I am about 10 minutes away on the way home and he calls me to say that they will see me over at his moms that he decided he could wait until next weekend to thinset and grout. Sometimes I would like to spank him, but that would be a whole new post in itself.
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