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On the way home from work today dad and I got a call from mom. She was wondering if one of us could take Hubby to work when we got home. Why he didn't call, I have no idea, but at least there was a phone call asking. You know, rather than him just expecting it when we got home. So we got to the house and walked in, and lo and behold the living room was immaculate. It seems he had gotten up extra early and was going to take the bus in, but mom was having a hard time getting out of bed, and there was no way he was going to leave Boychild in her care without one of us being home. So he took advantage of the extra time and cleaned up the living room.

He was in an especially good mood when we walked in, just as he was yesterday. I love days like that. On those days he is cute and fun and silly like he was when we met. He is the man I fell in love with, you know? While dad, who was going to take him to work, helped mom get out of bed so she could go to the bathroom, Hubby and I had a few minutes to talk. I told him about this blog, and how nice it is that I now have a place to vent where nobody at all knows me. He thought it was a really great idea, because I will still be able to vent and even get advice from people, but I won't have to censor myself, and I won't be airing our dirty laundry to our friends and family. It is a win all around.

Because of the situation with mom, I ended up taking him to work, and I said that I would pick him up when he got off and take him by his friends house where he had to pick something up, and then we would fix my bike and go for a family ride. Unfortunately when I got home I realized there was no way at all both me and dad would be able to go to sleep and leave mom with Boychild. So, I volunteered to take first shift and stay up as long as I could before going to sleep. As long as dad would take care of picking Hubby up and taking him to his friend's place. He agreed and I settled in to try to stay awake as long as possible. I work a 10 hour shift, in which I don't really do much. So most of the time when I leave work I am exhausted due to lack of stimulation, but once I get home and see that beautiful baby run up to me and want to play, I wake up. Today was no different. We played and sang the ABC song, and watched Project Runway together. He showed me all of his cars, and counted them with me. We generally had a great time. Finally around noon or 12:30, mom got up and sat with me in the living room. We watched some America's Got Talent, but about half way through the episode I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. She said she would be fine for a half hour until dad got up, and I went to bed.

Thankfully dad was true to his word and picked hubby up and took him to his friend's house. They got home and I woke up for a few moments when he came into the room to have a smoke. In this heat I feel bad asking them all to smoke outside, so they smoke in the bedrooms when Boychild is not in there. I went back to sleep and woke up to eat something before work at about 7:30. While I was heating up my dinner, I washed what few dishes there were in the kitchen, and then while I ate, Hubby gave the Boychild his bath. I know I wanted to, but when mom's sick all our schedules and plans get all screwy. Then we watched a bit more tv together and then I came to work, and here we are.

Overall evaluation for the day: Fantastic. Although there were some random schedule changes, nobody got upset. There were no frustrations and irritations getting out of control, and the crankiest one in the house was the 3 year old. All is as it should be...