Back From New York

The husband went to New York Thursday morning for work. I opted to stay home with the teenagers. I was torn on who to spend my weekend with and decided the husband has better judgment then a couple teenagers home alone. He did manage to get himself lost in New York City, but I wouldn't have been any help there. I can barely get myself to the end of my driveway. He's home now and that worrying part of my weekend is over. I now have a fifteen year old out at the mall buying himself a pair of jeans for school. I'm going to worry about that for a while.