Today is my day off from work. As usual, my day off has been co-opted.
The grandlads, off from school for the summer, will be spending too much of their time at the day care center their mother sends them to. She is too cheap to send them elsewhere, most of the time. This week, however, the daycaregiver is on "vacation," which she still charges for. So this week, der Brucer had to plan ahead and schedule the lads for a swim camp. The lad's mother didn't have the time or inclination to do the scheduling herself.
Which means, of course, that she meets der Brucer at a convenient (for her) locale on her way to her job, and he drives the lads the rest of the way to the swim camp. The lads get a full day of swim lessons, and play. She goes to work. Der Brucer spends his entire day away from the house (unless he really wants to drive all the way back home, and back again), putzing around until it is time to pick up the lads again and then deliver them to Mommy.
Bleh.
Today, being my day off, I will be joining him for his putz time. We really haven't had any putz time together for quite a while. We'll probably head in to Annapolis, and putz there. It's been a while since he's really putzed in the town of his alma mater, and I'm not familiar with the town at all. Should be interesting.