Have you ever have one of those days at home with the kids, where they are just absolute terrors, and they just keep getting into mischief. Just one thing after the other, on a loop. You find yourself counting the hours till the Husband comes home, hours, minutes, seconds. Someone to tag in and take the reins for a while. I know you have.
Today was one of those days. It doesn’t help that I’ve been sick with the flu for over a week now. All week I just been hanging on, I knew that there was one day this weekend that the Husband would be home, and I could have one day not having to be the one on the job.
Alas it was not to be. Now this is probably the flu talking, but when the Husband strolled in the door at four o’clock this afternoon, it took a lot of self-control not hop into a car and drive to the nearest hotel with room service, and check in there for the rest of the week. Still pondering that option now as I type, but I’m just too tired to go pack my crap.
I had sat down to write something tonight, but tired brain rot has sucked out my writing mojo, and really what am I doing blogging? Not really sure where I was going with this post, but this is time I could be finally having a hot bath. Later people.