I got up early this morning because I wanted to get things ready for the kids to come over to see their Grandpa. I fed the dogs, and, at 6 a.m. stepped outside to take a walk. There was a van parked in my driveway. My Dad's van. He couldn't sleep well at the motel, so he came on to my house. I have NO idea how he managed to find the house. But he did.
Dad and I walked around the block together, we got my hubby out of bed, enjoyed a little coffee, unloaded the van, and by 8:00 a.m he was gone.
I'm more than a little disappointed the boys won't get to see him. His excuse was he wanted to get back home and avoid as much traffic as possible by driving through Atlanta and St. Louis on a Sunday.