Why is it that I get up at 5:30, drink coffee, eat a banana, drink some water, workout with Denise for 30 and I am pumped. Hubby wakes up at 7, gripes all morning, fights with the boy and then tells me he will not get a paycheck this week. Then the boy is grouchier, will not put a belt on and slams door on way out. Get half way here and hubby calls that I need to turn around and get a piece of paper to fax so maybe he can get paid!
I need to be careful what I wish for! I wish bad things, but I guess if neither one came home I would be sad. The hubby maybe not so much- but the boy I guess!