On Thursday, I put up this post, joyfully awaiting my husband's arrival home that night after a really hard week.
And then he missed his flight. Which really stunk.
He wouldn't be able to get in until lunchtime on Friday.
I may have cried.
On Thursday night, I became the lucky recipient of Tyson's virus which provided me with a fever, aches, and chills.
Did I mention it was a hard week?
Friday morning was spent trying not to get too close to J-man and infect him as well. Which is obviously super easy to do with a two year-old.
Brian walked through the door late morning and hugged me. I may have cried. A lot.
Then my aching, feverish self went into our room and didn't come out until today.
Today, I'm thankful that my husband is home, that J-man didn't get this dreaded virus yet (and hopefully won't), and that my fever is gone.
And I am thankful this week is OVER.