I watched as much Smallville as I could stand yesterday. I got to the point where I couldn’t sit downstairs alone anymore so I had to call Ryan to come home. He was set to pull a really long night to finish up two projects Joolie got them started on. They have to get the master bedroom finished before the bed they ordered comes in this weekend and they’ve got to rip some things out of one of the bathrooms before the plumber comes in on Saturday to do the stuff they can’t do themselves. They’ve got some weird little setup in there–the best way I know to explain it is sort of like those walk in bathtubs, only without the door? It’s just really weird.
Anyway, he dropped everything and came home and even stayed up with me till 5 this morning. He really stepped up to the plate last night and kept me laughing. We were both exhausted but he didn’t complain and acted wide awake until I finally said I thought I could go to sleep–then we both passed out pretty much immediately.
My chest is still really tight today, but I feel better. I’m hoping it doesn’t carry over into the weekend–I’ve got a full schedule and I just can’t afford to feel like this, something will finally give and it won’t be pretty.
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