The longest two weeks EVER
Yes, I enjoyed a little time to myself. But, then I moved into the annoyed phase — especially since our children have moved into a phase of their own, one in which they are constantly trying to kill each other. I was in need of some refereeing assistance.
My sweet hubby embarked on a two-week hunting trip and family visit to Kansas on Nov. 5 and returned Nov. 21. Let me just say, it was a loooooong couple of weeks.
A few days before his scheduled departure from Kansas, we had this odd conversation about his homecoming.
Me: "So when are you leaving?"
Him: "Saturday morning."
Me: "Oh, do you think you could leave Friday, instead?"
Him: "Yeah, Saturday."
Me: "Hmm, OK, I was asking if you could leave any earlier than that, like maybe Friday."
Him: "Yep, first thing Saturday morning."
Me: "OK then."
We were overjoyed to discover he had arrived home while we were at church Sunday morning having driven practically straight through the 1,600-mile stretch. We kissed hello and talked a bit before retreating to our respective to-do lists for the day. Guess things are back to normal.