It’s just the three of us girls – since Wednesday night. The man of the house returns from France on Sunday after a brief visit to deal with some family matters.
I’m enjoying my time with Chloe and Sophie so far. That might be at least partially due to the fact that until now, I’d been working during the day, affording me the pleasure of looking forward to seeing them upon my return home. Tomorrow and Sunday are a different story. The two clowns will require entertainment from dawn until dusk. Tomorrow is basically spoken for – the day is essentially planned. Sunday is another matter. I’m going to have to get creative.
Chloe is going to spend at least part of the weekend working on her latest assignment. The kids had to choose a woman to profile for Women’s History Month. Chloe insisted on finding a woman spy. Mata Hari immediately came to mind, but her career as a stripper/courtesan disqualified her from the running (imagine explaining what an ‘exotic’ dancer is to a group of 8-year olds). Instead we settled on Virginia Hall, a one-legged American spy during WWII. She must have been good at her job – the Gestapo considered her “the most dangerous of all allied spies.” Needless to say, Chloe has found her calling. CIA, get ready!