He was coming for a visit and was expected to be here at 9pm. So I put off cleaning until Thursday afternoon, because I figured I had time.
My plan on Thursday was co-op from 9:30 to 1:30, then home for our school work and then get RePete to the soccer field for a make-up game, and then back home where I would have about three hours to pick up the house, make dinner, blog and be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for Dad's arrival.
Yeah right on a couple of counts. More than likely, I would have been glassy-eyed and dragging-my-tail and he showed up as I was rushing to get RePete's soccer gear on and get out the door at 4:45. So he joined us for the game and my lovely husband took us all out to dinner.
And then I came home and sunk my hiney into the couch, watched Three and a Half Men reruns with Dad until we all yawned each other into going to bed.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.