Home Alone, Day 4: The home stretch

Well, Mrs. Dork Dad gets back from her trip tomorrow, and huzzah, huzzah, I managed not to burn down the house or lose either of the kids to roving bands of gypsies or supervillains. On top of that, Bouncing Lass helped me vacuum (she hung out in the Baby Bjorn), and I got a load and a half of laundry done.

Of course, my wife does that and more while juggling various freelancing projects, but for me, it's still impressive.

So is remembering to shave both sides of my face before leaving the house, but hey, baby steps, right?

On top of that, I went to my first practice as an assistant coach. Yep, I've been tapped to help teach a group of Little League T-ballers. Technically, the coach does that, but I help out where I can.

So far, it's pretty fun. Probably even more so once the season starts and we play full games. While I didn't play a ton of baseball in my youth (short kids with glasses don't get much chance to shine), I like it.

Hopefully I'll fare better than Charlie Brown did with his team.