am i a bad person? wait, don't answer that. it was a question of the rhetorical sort. here's the thing: my parents live about 3 and half hours away, and don't get to see our kids all that much, so each summer they graciously (and enthusiastically) volunteer to take our kids to their place for a week, a week in which they spoil them so thoroughly that they require several weeks of treatment at the milinovich detox center following the visit each year. this last week was the week that mom and dad took the boys. all three of them. which means that shannon and i have had the house to ourselves since sunday afternoon. during our anniversary week. now, some parents that we have told about this have gasped or stared at us wide-eyed, indicating that they would never be able to be apart from their kids for a whole week. they raise their eyebrows and mentally make a note to call child protective services on us for being the most unsentimen...
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