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Well, the hubby has been gone since Sunday and it's just been me and the kids. So far so good. We even managed to get their rooms in order--no easy feat! Of course they're missing their daddy but that's to be expected; they'll be excited to see him when he gets home this weekend. So will I!

Keeping the house clean has been more of a challenge than normal, though. I'm having my future sister-in-law's Bachelorette Party at my house Saturday evening and I don't want to spend the whole morning and afternoon cleaning. So I'm trying to keep things picked up and relatively clean this week. With two small boys running through the house it's almost impossible but I'm managing somehow. I've even got the laundry down to manageable piles. Amazing.

I'm looking forward to going out with the girls dancing. The stripper I could do without but it's not really my call. I wonder if it would be rude to ask him to stay outside? Or restict him to he backyard? There aren't any neighbors to see him shaking his stuff. Yeah, it's probably still be considered rude. ~sigh~

Am I turning into a fuddy-duddy? It's possible I suppose. Or it could be the fact that I know deep-down my hubby isn't thrilled with idea of having another man dance nearly naked around our house. At first I thought he was just giving me a hard time--when doesn't he--but right before he left he made it pretty clear he had been serious and didn't want the guy in the house. I couldn't understand it at first. I mean, this isn't the first Bachelorette Party I've hosted where a stripper has been booked (I come from a large family and there have been lots of weddings). Kind of late to be telling it to me straight as the invitations had already been mailed. He relented right before he left but I still feel guilty.

Would I feel the same if it were a female stripper coming to our place for a Bachelor Party? As much as I hate to admit it, yes, I probably would. Why? Well, to be honest, I've heard some pretty raunchy tales concerning strippers and Bachelor Parties. Those women cross the line. Continually, the sluts. Male strippers might be shaking their stuff but they keep the g-string in place and there's no inappropriate touching. Or worse. Whereas I've heard one too many tale of sexual activity taking place at Bachelor Parties.

Only a few more days and this will be behind me. Thank goodness.



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