I was wrong

This week Chris was gone on Monday and Tuesday night. By Wednesday, we were ready to have him home. He was ready to be home. We decided he would take a half day on Friday and we would do something fun. On Thursday, he realized he had a meeting to attend and that wouldn't be possible.

Sitting at home with no office responsibilities, I was able to get mad and act selfish. He looked at me, understood, but told me to get over it. On top of this, I was sick. My sinuses were bad, my throat hurt, and my body ached. I was ready to pout all day Friday.

This morning, 4:20 rolled around and Chris got out of bed. I finally realized that I knew he didn't want to do this, and I felt bad for him, hoping he had a good day. 6:00 rolled around and Austin woke up. As I was getting ready to get up, Chris walked in the room and took Austin, kissed me good morning and told me to sleep a little. This was so welcomed after a night that Austin was up every 1 to 2 hours. I slept. I was able to sleep without a little heat muffin on one side and a big teddy bear on the other. It was the best two hours of sleep I could have hoped for. I woke up when I was ready, and not when a little guy thought it was fun to play with my nose. It was pretty refreshing. My dear hubby took care of me this morning, and it got the day off right.

After spending the morning with Chris I got to go to coffee with a friend of mine that has come into town from Canada and I haven't seen since the beginning of January. We went to a new coffee shop that is kid friendly meaning they have a ton of floor space for kids to play and roll around. We sat for a good two hours and I headed home for Austin's nap. When he woke up, I got to listen to this:

Chris just got home with the idea of breakfast for dinner, and in my mind, that is a 5 star rating.

I guess I don't mind being wrong when it means a dreaded day turned out to be pretty awesome.