Counting to Ten...

My hubbie just called. It's 5:20 and he's just leaving work. Why 20 minutes is like 20 hours at this time of day, I'll never be able to fully explain, but my heart sank when he told me he left late. He's apologetic of course. He knows Phin, especially, is a pain in the bum at this time of day...but he was in a meeting and there is only so much he could do. I know it isn't his fault, but inside I want to punch a hole in the wall. TWENTY MORE MINUTES OF HAVING THE KIDS ON MY OWN. AHHHH!

I'll survive. We alway do. What I don't want to do is be short with Marc when he comes home. Our whole evening doesn't need to be wrecked cuz I am grumpy. It isn't his fault. He does his best. I logically know that is true. The problem is getting my tired, pregnant self to allow myself to be controlled by logic and not angst;)

On a totally different note- as a survival tool, I have turned on the TV. "Yo Gaba Gaba" is on. It is pretty muh the only show that catches Phin's attention, but have you ever seen it? It's kind of psychotic. Oh he learns good lessons, like "don't bite your friends" and other age appropriate things;) There is lots of music, dancing, and bring colors- I suppose I can see the allure it woudl have to a 15month old. BUT the main character is a skinny black dude in an orange fuzzy hat and skin tight jump suit. He talks super animated and wears funny glasses. I always wonder- what is this guy like is real life? Does he have a girlfriend? I can't imagine seeing his show and then being able to kiss him...the whole act kind of creeps me out.