My husband has been in and out of the house all day today. And it reminded me of something he said last month.
When the kids started school, he asked me for all of the scheduling details. I thought maybe he was going to help me out with all of the picking up and dropping off. But, oh no.
He just wanted to know when I'd be alone in the house and available for nooners.
Some carpooling help would have been nice, but nooners are nice too.
Except here we are, a month into the school year, and I haven't gotten a single nooner yet.
Promises, promises. What happened to all that enthusiasm?
I suppose it's okay though, because I can only imagine what the guys in the office would think if he showed up back at work every afternoon all relaxed and happy. He might just earn a new nickname.
Wouldn't Nooner make a great call sign?