I was suppose to have the week to myself, from Monday to Saturday. My two boys and my husband were going on a 70 mile hike. Well one got sick, one's back started hurting, so the rest decided they were ready to be done, too, and it is only Tuesday. Sounds awful I know. I knew my one was coming home because he was sick and I was ok with that, which sounds even worse. It's not that I hate that they are coming home, I just was looking forward to my week and the things I had planned for myself. The one great thing is my hubby has the time off and we might get to get away for a night. Which I love the idea of, especially since next month is our 24th anniversary. We are thinking Seattle, but we will have to decide after our youngest is taken to his doctor's appointment to see what is up with him and why he has not been feeling good the last week.
