Hi Cody,
You are a good husband and I love you.
You are a good Daddy Warbucks and Frankie loves you.
We also love that you own an overnight camp for kids because camp is the bomb. You're not around at all from May until mid-September, but being Up North is great and we love being around all the counselors and kids. We love the pace, the food, the schedule and all the drama and gossip (especially because none of it is ever about us...) Camp is a large part of our lifestyle and the people there are our family.
That being said, there is a part of me that thinks that you owning an overnight camp for kids sucks donkeys.
It's a hard life for me.
Everytime I get back downstate for the few days I'm there--I work, do laundry, deal with um...EVERYTHING having to do with Frankie and Floyd, and before I know it, it is time to pack the car and get back up to camp. Plus, I can't come and go as I please anymore, I have to work around Frankie's schedule and even when she is finally ready, there is always something I have forgotten, a diaper that needs to be changed and a kitchen that needs to be cleaned (for the 50th time).
Also, Floyd smells. He's stinking up my car and house-- and trust me--the stuff he's rolling in ain't from the backyard at our house downstate. Uh Uh, brother--he's bringing that stench home from camp. Classy. He seems to dig it, but Mama don't.
Listen, I'm not complaining but...wait--oh!!
Yes, I am.
Hey, you know I love it. In fact, I defy you to find someone else to marry who loves camp more than me--and what's truly ironic is for how much I love it, it's so NOT me. I always thought I belonged in a place like NYC but instead I got dropped off in an alternative universe called Camp Tanuga where no one cares about fashion or make-up. I don't even get it. WHAT IS THAT??? (I hope Frankie doesn't drink that bug juice).
Bottom Line: It's a hard life for me while you're gone now that we've got a kid. It's all me and I want some props for being master single parent, juggler, organizer, packer and chauffer.
I'd also like a present.
I know that I just got Mother's Day presents and birthday presents but I don't care.
I want more.
Buy me something.
Love,
Your Baby's Mama
