So I woke up late because I thought it was the weekend, and had a hard time adjusting pretty much since that moment. Jeff woke up a little after me and came downstairs to sit on the couch.
This is where I interject with the confession that I didn't do much housework this week because I received a sewing machine for Christmas, and have been playing with it every chance I get! I have done some cleaning, but whenever I'd get bored, I'd go play with my new toy.
I get bored easily.
Anyway, today was my catch up day and my floors looked pretty neglected. However, Jeff yelled at me for vacuuming downstairs while he was sick... I cried. Ok, that's a lie. He asked me to wait till tomorrow because the vacuum is super loud and doesn't help his headache, and I, like any wonderfully sacrificial wife, agreed to put off this chore one more day. Then I sent a friend a text message complaining about how he's throwing off my cleaning schedule (because the sewing machine clearly hadn't done that already)...
Then I realized something. As we approach the next deployment, I need to be enjoying my time with this man. I will be cleaning our house the entire time he's gone. That stupid vacuum will be my constant companion while he's gone.
But he's going.
So I put the vacuum
I will have a clean house tomorrow. Today, I have my friend beside me, and that's good enough for me.