Bachelor City is over for me. Three weeks without the wife and two children have left me a writhing puddle of grown-up fetal position mess in the corner.

Not really.

And, while I kid, there’s some truth to that (there were FAR, FAR fewer skinny dipping sessions than most have commented on.)

But, now, my girls (the 2 little ones, and the grown-up one that stands taller than me) are getting back to normal.

Me: I don’t know what I’d do without them. Obviously.