Poor sleepy husband got home just before 2am last night. Yep, you heard right. He slaved away for over 13 hours thinking it was his last overtime, to come home and tell me in my sleep- induced haze of pillow face wrinkles, that he gets the joy and privilege of doing it again in three weeks! Even more exciting than that is it's the entire weekend then instead of just one day like yesterday was.
At least he's got three weeks in between! And I hope and pray he doesn't have to work on his birthday!