Mom will be here catering to my every whim, and dad's making me promise to stay out of the bedroom until at least seven while he's gone so she can catch up on some sleep. I'm still doing what dad wrote about the other day. Two days ago it was two a.m. Yesterday it was three-something again. This morning I decided to wait until four-ish. Whatever. I've overheard them talking about closing their door at night, but that's been done before and all it did was make me claw at the bottom of the door and voice my annoyance even more.
Deal with it, mom and pop. I run things around here, so get over it. And dad, just so you know- whispering "Shhhh!" or "Be quiet!" means absolutely nothing to me. All I hear is that buzzing noise that I know mom hears when you launch into one of your tedious, drawn-out technical explanations that she so loves.
Anyway, have a safe trip, dad, say hi to the boys for me, and don't worry about me and mom. We