Worst Part of the Day - We are invited to a sledding party - a co-worker of husband lives close to the ski hill here in town. And they have their own sledding hill right outside of their cozy log cabin home (right out the slider doors!) So I am running around getting all the "gear" together - ski pants, ski suits, jackets, hats, gloves, extra outfits, extra socks. Then I have to get the other stuff together too - diapers, wipes, snacks, milk. Then I wake up two kiddos from naps, put their sobbing selves in the car, pack the rest of the stuff (gifts for the hosts - s'mores and Cold Duck which is STILL left over from Thanksgiving). I call husband (who is at his office studying) and pick him up. We start up the GPS system and it can't find the sattelite. Husband looks at me and states in a mean tone "You know ... If you know we're going to use this then you can turn it on when you get in the car." I say in an even nastier tone "WELL I didn't know that we were going to be using it. Am I a mind reader?" (I didn't say the mind reader part - but should have.) We get to the party and one of the other guests is REALLY angry at her husband - she actually flips him off to his face in front of everyone. This could get ugly ......
Best Part of the Day - Once at the party - things are calmer. Although still annoyed with each other, we put this aside and have fun, fun, fun! The hill is a blast - they have inner tubes and sleds. We make s'more on their outdoor fire pit. We have appetizers and chili and salad and so much more. The boyz are really, really good. Especially SB who just loves the "big kids" at the party and plays with toys and the others. After the fun day I ask my husband "are you still all tense - or can we be nice?" And he says "I just have to get through this test." Well don't we all. Let's have another count down shall we? Seventeen days (But only 15 until he actually leaves for the test.)
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