Disclaimer: Somehow blogger had me logged into my husbands account, so for all of you who read that blog as well... this is the same post I accidentally posted to his blog. I deleted it, over there, but you might be a really quick reader or something. Sorry!
Well, this is it! We're down to a single day. Okay, if you want to get technical, it's a day and a half (something like 36 hours from now.) But the point is, by the time the kids and I are all up and dressed for the day tomorrow morning, Hubby will be boarding his air plane to come back home. I seriously, can barely stand the wait.
I feel like a five year old, waiting for Santa to come on Christmas Eve.
Meanwhile, though, my list of things that need to get done before he comes home seems to be a mile long and I am just not quite sure when I am going to get it all done. Even now, I am having to force myself to go to bed; I've spent the last few hours working (slowly since I'm half asleep already)on a faerie princess dress I promised I'd make for a charity benefit's silent auction, that my friend is putting on.
So, with that little note of excitement over Hub's quickly approaching return, I am off to bed. I have to force myself to get up early to finish this dress (and list of about a million other things to do.)