Yesterday was my birthday. I had no great plans. Just another normal day. Get up, get the oldest girlie off to school, breakfast, sewing, cutting fabric, lunch, work on the computer, more sewing, rocking baby, playing with the 3 year old. Ya know just another day.
The baby woke up at 5 something yesterday morning and after I put her back to bed I realized the time that my husband was supposed to get up and get ready for work had come and gone. I told him he was going to be late. Then I heard the best thing EVER....I took the day off.
If I wasn't laying in bed I probably would have fallen over from surprise. This has NEVER happened. In 9 years of marriage. NOT. A. SINGLE. TIME.
So along with doing the normal everyday stuff He got my list of Honey Do's done, took me to lunch, watched Revenge together (he opted out of watching Once Upon a Time though :), and spent some quality time with me and the girls.
