Mom duty

So I was all set to sit down and write a blog post about the five days my husband was gone last week and how I learned that just when I thought having to haul in my own firewood every day was the worst thing about his absence I discovered that it was in fact sleeping with my 11-year-old daughter who literally moves like Jagger in her sleep, when I peeked in at the new amphibian habitat (pond included) that my oldest son created today for the salamander he found in the woods and brought home, and saw that the thing is FOR SURE dead in there.

Gross.

Mom duty trumps blogging once again. Operation "dispose of dead salamander and destroy all evidence" is now in progress. Wish me luck.