My husband and I don't get much time together ... just the two of us ... (we can make it if we try, just the two of us).
His work shifts generally start at 7am or 8am. I say his shifts start ... there is no end time. The end time is when everything is handled. That's what you get when you're the Front of House Manager at The Hotel Hershey.
I'm a teacher. I'm at my high school generally by 7am and I leave at around 4pm. I get the boys since Michael has dropped them off and we wait for Daddy to come home. When he comes home we have dinner, take baths, do programs, do bedtime, and off I go to the basement to appease my very busy teaching schedule with lesson planning, worksheet making, and test grading while Michael answers emails, texts, meeting reminders, etc.
Today was one of those rare occasions. I had Columbus Day off and he could ask for the day off and DAYCARE WAS OPEN. So, I 100% admit that we put the boys in daycare and we had our day.
It might of involved:
sleep in
lie in
coffee in bed
"coffee in bed"
lunch
winery
solving world hunger
laughs
mockery
kudos in whatever to each other
lovely dinner with our boys
picking them up together - both being heroes
Damn, we needed it.
And it just so happens to be my 36th birthday in 2 days. Great occasion!
October 13th, 2014
