Sounds like the title to a movie doesn't it? No, it's in fact the infamous count down of one crazed wife with five crazy children waiting for her hubby to return home. Twelve nights he'll be gone. Twelve very long, very brutal nights. Some of you are probably very irritated by my "attachment" to my better half, but when you've spent your ENTIRE grown up life with one person (we've known each other almost 19 years!) you tend to be a little fond of that person and miss them terribly when they're gone.... Not to mention - it helps when it's 5 against 2 instead of 5 against 1.
So. Twelve nights. Twelve nights of scaring the bajeebas out of myself as I wind down to sleep and grasp my Rosary like it's a weapon (ha! it is a spiritual weapon, but I'm referring to the kind my hubby carries around on the job), thinking every pop, crack and snap is a burglar. Oh how I love my bed and how I can just sleep right in the middle, but it's never a restful sleep when he's gone...
Twelve very long, very tiring, very irritating nights of battling with who needs a shower, who has homework, who has gymnastics, swim team, choir practice, and on and on. Oh and who has to be dropped off at school 4 mornings of those 12 nights by 7:30AM? Oh, looking forward to those twelve nights...
Pray for me.
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