Nose Pressed Against the Glass

Today was one of those days. You know the ones where your nose is pressed against the glass,
hoping that if you stare hard enough you'll see your hubby's car pull into the driveway.

It was one of those days where you aren't in a bad mood but if you have to break up one more sibling fight you just might let them duke it out and see what happens. After all, it's a man eat man world out there. May as well teach them young, right?

So when Babe got home it was no surprise that I was still in my workout clothes from this morning. But he still gave a small growl and told me I looked "Saucy". He didn't complain when he found out we were only having Chicken Caesar salad for dinner and told me it was nice eating healthy.

After an awesomely nutritious salad Babe directed us how to make a paper chain (I'm not gifted with the craft gene) so the boys can count for themselves how many more days until Thanksgiving, Spencer's birthday, the cruise, and finally Christmas. Now I no longer have to do the math in my head and answer the repeated question of "how many more days until..."

Then to prove that he really is the best hubby in the world he flicked our children with a hand towel as they ran for their lives and screamed in joy (only a boy would understand that). And as I type this he's currently tucking our boys in and "giving me a break" as I glorify his name in this post.

Now you know why I had my nose pressed against the glass. Wouldn't you?