So, I went to Paris this weekend and had a wonderful time with my friends (see video). When I came back -- with a slight headache -- I found daddy and the girls cuddled on the carpet playing chess, the kitchen fairly clean and the dryer droning away quietly in the background. I quickly went outside and checked the house number. Yup. Right house. To rub it in, they were all smiling contently. Didn't miss me a bit. I have to admit to being slightly annoyed: Why didn't I do this years ago??







