House of Pain

Today is going to be a great day, because I say so. This will be the first weekend I have actually not worked through (after putting in two hours at work this morning, anyhow) since the house flooded; it's only the third night I've slept more than 6 hours this past month. At first it was pulling up the water, then the screaming fans, tarping our furniture, moving everything we own into the back part of the house. Next it was contractors and paper work, and moving back into the house, then cleaning up as best we could around the remaining rubble. Now it's supposedly calmed down, but my dog is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, and the to-do list is enough to make me cry. (It's literally pages of things to fix, buy, fax, do.)

But it is my husband's birthday weekend - which I never did get to finish preparing for - and I refuse to let it be anything but good.

Mission HappyHusband, GO.