My Wonderful Husband came home from Montreal early Saturday morning. In an effort to get home hours earlier than he originally told me, he drove through the night stopping at a rest stop to snooze a bit in the car. Then disaster struck Saturday and his wish for a good night's sleep sort of went down the drain. I told him I would stay up with The Princess and he could go to bed but he still didn't get a sound sleep worrying about his little girl. He was hopeful last night that he would catch up on those zzzz's but then The Puppy got sick (yup seriously) throwing up and he slept down on the couch to keep an eye on her and quickly get her outside if she threw up. So tonight within minutes of us getting the kids to bed, he was asleep on the couch. I don't have the heart to wake him and tell him to go to bed. He is exhausted. I'm exhausted. Do you see the white flag we are waving?
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