Sick kids. Well, just a few. Coughs, exhaustion, achiness, but not the flu. A long afternoon at the dental school with 4th son. Glad to get home. Actually crazy happy to get home. That's the way with me. Take me out of my little cocoon for too long (3 hours is plenty of time to be gone) and I'm giddy to be back in our house. There might be some sort of phobia at work here, but no matter, I do love to be safe and with my people.
Gary will say the same thing as well. Pretty cool for a guy to say that, I think. He enjoys new stuff, but has no problem with being home for extended periods. Just boring ol' home folks, I reckon. Could do worse.
After we'd been home a bit, I got the bee in my bonnet to take down the Valentine's decorations and put up the Easter garland, etc. It ranks alongside tacky, but is sparkly and makes me happy as the twinkle lights play on the glittery bits. Any excuse to hang up more twinkle lights is fine with me. Now for a quiet weekend and no drama.