"Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you..."

[sideshow_jenn]

I've learned to really hate Fridays and let me tell you why. My husband is never home on Fridays so, if I want to get groceries and pay bills, I have to drive 45 minutes to get his paycheck. This may not sound like a big deal and I should probably quit bitching about it. In fact, I will stop bitching about it after this entry. Actually I probably won't but I'll at least keep it to myself. It's a long 45 minutes there and then a long 30 minutes back (I go from my house to get his check and then from the check town to a different town to run my errands.) to town. Then I have to stop 50 places and then drive 30 min. back home. By this time, Wyatt's having a freak out. I wish he would stay somewhere without me 'cause then I'd leave him at my sister-in-law's house while I do my running but he is mega shy without me. So today, after his nap, I have to drive to Johnstown, drive back to Newark, go to the bank, the post office, the gas station and then the WalMart. I also have to bust my ass cleaning my house tonight and early tomorrow morning. My Mom & Dad are bringing Tyler home tomorrow morning. We drove him down to their house last weekend (Sunday). He's had a fabulous time. My dad taught him how to drive the 4 wheeler, they took him school shopping, they go out to breakfast every morning. It's been like a little vacation for him--he hasn't had to clean a litter box, feed any animals (besides deer) or deal with Leah for a week. She's missed him immensely so he'd better be prepared.

In unrelated news, my husband has started his own LiveJournal...you can read him here: 10from6. Expect sporadic updates.