In the Southland,
There’s a city
Way down on the river,
Where the girls are very pretty
And all the men deliver…

I’ve been in New Orleans for the past week and even though my laptop made it into my baggage, I am just now opening it upon my return to Florida.

I love New Orleans, love it, love it, love it.  I’m going to go so far as to say it’s the crown jewel of the United States.  I said it, I stand by it.  If you haven’t visited this city, yet, you must.  One of the reasons I adore this place so much is because it reflects the essence of the American experience in so many ways.  Plus, they have beignets.  Fried bread with cups of powdered sugar.  I mean, what’s not to love?

Tariq went out of town three days prior to our leaving Central Florida, so I’ve been managing the kids for ten days.  All alone.  This includes getting on a plane to get to New Orleans and back, with one round of security without assistance.

Single mothers?  You have my undying respect and near worship like admiration.  In fact, if anyone ever criticizes a single mother or her kids in my presence, they may very well risk a little physical violence on my part.

Despite lots of help from MBTD and Traci while I was in New Orleans, days seven through ten alone with the children rendered my face into a permanent scowl.  You know the situation is dire when you have to remind yourself to relax your face on an hourly basis.

Also, instead of my usual automatic response of, “Yes?”  I had to push back the urge to say, “WHAT NOW?”” at what could be considered the most simple of requests.

Anyway, hi, Honeys,  I’m home.