Not that there's anything wrong with that...oh wait, yes there is!
Ah, Monday was normal...I think, can't quite remember.
Tuesday, Mark's ankle swelled up like a balloon and his mood deflated like that very same balloon a week after the birthday party. He came home from work. Ada's excitement level was through the roof until ten at night. She was smiling from ear to ear while I was ready for "bed night."
Wednesday, Mark was home again and I tried to maintain my routine but it quietly stepped out the door when I was not looking.
Thursday, today, went to a book club meeting that is not actually until February first.
Home now. Baby is sleeping. Ada is enjoying Shrek and some orange fruit.
Back to life. Back to reality and I couldn't be more happy.
On a side note, I really do LOVE when Mark is home more than usual but it's a total bummer when it's because he's hurt.