Tonight.. sigh... was one of those nights. Hubs was working his 12 hour day shift. All was well. His family all came over to my house to watch the super bowl. It seemed like a nice idea. I love them.
I quickly learned that what seemed like it was going to be great turned out to be rough for me. Why? Hm, let's see. A blaring tv for four hours straight. Everyone trying to yell over the loud tv for four hours straight.
I was trying to cook in the kitchen, watch the baby (who you cannot take your eyes off of) out in the great room, Mr. Pants interrupted me for applesauce six times, the phone ringing, oven timers going off. It was downward spiraling. BUT, I foolishly thought, "Hm, hubs will be leaving work in fifteen minutes so it will be ok.".
And then she died. I didn't know her. Some poor 41 yr old female who was insulin dependent diabetic. She was in bed. Her whole family walked in from getting fried chicken and found she had passed on.
Upon hearing this tragic news, I looked to the heavens and asked, "Couldn't you have waited 15 more minutes?".
Yes, I know I am going to hell. I don't need anyone reminding me.
He made it home an hour late. He ate, chatted with his family until they left - and is currently passed out cold on the floor in front of the fireplace. I should go kick him. Hmmph.