It's Friday, people, and I am so glad. I will be even happier when it's Saturday at around 7 a.m., which is when the hubby will get off night shift. If the schedule holds, he'll have one more midnight to 7 a.m. next week, but I am just worrying about surviving this one.
I was trying to have a low-key day, after a low-key day yesterday to let my sickie get better. Nathaniel came down with a fever Wednesday night and wasn't quite up to speed yesterday either. He told me this morning his throat still hurt, so I felt justified in just running to Target (and an accidental detour through Starbucks - oops) and coming home. That way he could crash on the couch if he needed to.
Ya he didn't need to. He's currently running circles around our coffee table, a scarf tucked in the back of his shirt collar, pretending to be a superhero. I think Spiderman, but don't quote me on that.
I'd say he's fine.
Hey my love I came to you with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me just what I'm seeking
Love, you drive me to distraction.