H didn't get home until 4:00 this morning (going away party at a bar then food after). Then he was snoring so I went out to the couch. Then at 7:00, he came out to the couch because he vomited so I went back to the bedroom. Had to kick him off the couch at 8:30 when ds woke up.
Ds woke up with a stuffy/runny nose.
I made pixy's pickle dip this morning so I can eat it during the game. Went to Target, came home and half of it is gone already. That fucker isn't even planning on being home for the game, but ate my game food. Thanks, asshole.
I thought he owed you big after the first paragraph. By the end I think you're the soon to be Saint Styme.
It's now technically Monday but we just finally made it home. I forgot how exhausting cheer competitions and the travel for them can be but now I'm wired. They won first place and dd came home with another nationals jacket so it's worth it. Round 2 in 2 weeks. The best part was we got to see her favorite coach who moved to another city. He gave both us a huge hug and was super thrilled to see her cheering again. That totally made her weekend.