Roughing It

I miss my husband but not as much as I miss my van.  Randy's a busy guy.  He always has been and he probably always will be.  If he's not busy doing school stuff then he's busy with the church and I'm ok with that.  After all, not every mother gets the opportunity to teach her son how to successfully pee on a tree without dropping his pants down around his ankles.  But I really took one for the team when I let Randy take my van on his 5-day canoe adventure with the scouts.
I've been hauling three boys around in the Accord and it is driving me insane! (no pun intended)  Getting everyone buckled is a nightmare.  Ethan has finally figured out how to open the door but barely manages to close it.  I almost took his door off it's hinges when I started backing out of the garage before Ethan had closed it all the way.  Not to mention all the damage we've inflicted upon other cars parked next to us when my children swing their doors wide open every time they get out.
What did people do before sliding doors were invented? Or that convenient little beeping noise that tells you someone's door isn't closed tight?  Not to mention the GPS, DVD player, and built-in sun shades on the windows.
Getting along without my husband for a few days is doable.
Getting along without my van is like trying to live without electricity.

Dear Randy, 
Please come home.
And don't forget my van!


Love, 
Your Wife