No Such Thing As A Day Off

I have concluded that I am not allowed to just stay home for one day and relax and I think now that I have acknowledged that things will run a little smoother.  Last night was up till about 1 am talking to hubby. We have not really had a conversation in non-text form since he arrived in Pittsburgh Saturday.  As we talked our son was in my room with me. We had been playing Rockband on the xbox and once he wore me out talked me into letting him watch old Christopher Lee Dracula on dvd also in my room.  So needless to say he crashed in my bed listening to his father and me exchange I miss yous.  What he also did was leave his bedroom door open, during a thunderstorm,with one very scared dog in the house.  So when he went into his room to get a clean change of clothes I should not have been surprised when he yelled ,"MOM THE DOG PEEED IN MY ROOM!!!" Did I mention he has hardwood floors in his room and had about four of his six video game systems on the floor in the floodzone.  I didn't realize the dog had a ten gallon bladder.  Six towels,half a bottle of Simple Green, half a roll of paper towels, and eight washclothes later his room is cleaner than it has been in months.  I have never felt so ICKY.  So tomorrow I return to work happy to face any non urine messes ahead of me.  Rockband was great though because I can rekindle my childhood dream of playing drums and my son still only 12 astounds me with how well schooled he is in classic rock.  I get to surprise him with how well I know Lady Gaga's lyrics.  Yes I miss my husband completely but the time I get with my son not feeling like I am being pulled between the two is wonderful.