Jason's flight arrives at 11:14 pm tonight.
And then it will be official: WE'LL BE LIVING TOGETHER AGAIN. Every day! Weekdays. Weekends. Holidays. Thursdays.
We'll get to watch So You Think You Can Dance TOGETHER.
I'll get to SLEEP IN every other day.
I might actually have time to blog. Or maybe, I'll just be spending all my time with Jason and so I'll never blog again. Goodbye forever. Or not.
I won't have to do bedtime routine anymore. EVER AGAIN. Except sometimes.
It's amazing. It's practically miraculous, in an understated way.
I did it. I survived 3 1/2 months of mostly solo parenting. I'm a little bit crazier for it, and a little bit crabbier, but no sense fussing about it now. We all do the best we can with what we have, am I right?
Just seven more hours to go...
Celebrate with me, people.