Hubby got back from his backpacking trip yesterday afternoon. He had fun, got some sun on his face, and no frostbite on any of his limbs - go figure. We went out to eat last night, because, as is always required after a backpacking trip, hubby needed meat, and lots of it. He then took over the bedtime rituals so that I could attend "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" at Casper College. (Yes, I totally support the arts when someone has a free ticket to give to me. Thanks Mom!)
We had a deal that in exchange for happily tolerating his trip this week, I would get to sleep in this morning. He would, without complaint, get up with the kids at whatever time they deemed, and care for them single-handedly until such time as I decided to leave the comfort of my bed and join the family. Well, that didn't happen.
Poor dear hubby is sick. Can't keep anything down, splitting headache sick. He is downstairs relaxing on the couch watching football, and I'm up here with the kids. Oh why can't I be sick?
At least I still have the laptop to keep me company.