Never been apart from them for *this* long before.
They have been kidnapped by the former "nanny" off on a 12 day camping extravaganza. She's taking 6 boys, five teenagers and her two year old in a pop up trailer to a Jersey campground. By. Her. Self. (Her husband has to work a chunk of the time but he'll be in and out.)
One brave woman, eh?
Anyway....there was the big to do getting them all packed and ready. Took a couple madcap days to make that happen. Got them loaded up and out the door yesterday. Today the husband and I are driving home from work, contemplating a kidless evening and weekend

when he turns to me:
"Do you know where the children are?"
"Um, no,I thought *you* knew were they were going."
"We don't know where our kids are."
Silence.
He says, "We really should know where our children are."
More silence.
I say, "Yeah. I think that's pretty basic parenting."
After about a pointless hour of trying to remember, we were sure there was "black" in the name but I couldn't get it to come up in google (we were wrong!), I texted the kids to find out just where the frick they are.
Thank god for cell phones. Technology always seems to save me from the precipice of bad parenting.