50 Hours...and counting

My wife has left for Chicago for 50 hours. 

It's a training she needs for work.

It's been 45 minutes and I have already cleaned up an entire cup of yogurt off the wall. I've broke up two fights. I held my youngest in my arms after a flying roundhouse kick from the other ninja boys landed on his head. And...I've taken 2 extra strength Tylenol.

Check out my twitter to enjoy the next 50 hours. Who knows what is just around the corner.