Well, this weekend isn't ANYTHING like I was expecting it to be.
The Wonderhubby came home with creeping stomach crud on Friday night.
Z-man spent all day Friday at his old high school and got "kidnapped" to go to some Friday night comedy thing, coming home at some ungodly hour.
Saturday was an all-day music staff thing that took me away from home from 9 to 5, followed by the Z-man's almost immediate exodus to go hang with friends (and cook them dinner -- oh the injustice).
I promptly slept through the lousy movie we rented last night and left the feeling-better Wonderhubby wondering where his wife went.
I have more chorus crappola from 1 to 5 today. Gah. Timing is everything.
But in the midst of it all, there is the sweetness.
Z-man called me while I was on the way home from chorus last night to tell me he was going to hang with friends ... but that he planned to cook for us the next night (tonight).
While we were having bland, Wonderhubby-safe dinner, Z's ride arrived and he bounded off (with his culinary school knife set THAT HE BROUGHT HOME ON AN AIRPLANE!). But not before he threw his arms around me and gave me a giant bear hug and a kiss ... followed by a similar display of affection for his sister and his stepfather.
Ah, it's good to have him home.