My boyfriend's back and there's going to be trouble

OK, so the "boyfriend" in the title is actually TCB - his ship is supposed to be in port (not sure which and I wouldn't post it here even if I did know because Loose Lips Sink Ships) tonight. I might get to talk to my husband tonight!!! One day I'm sure we'll look forward to independence and time spent by ourselves, but that day is a long, long way off. I miss him so much. I cried in the car yesterday while driving the boys home just because I started to think about him. And I was happy at the time, too...listening to Alcott and his brothers singing. Random, heart-wrenching sorrow can be yours, too, if you marry a sailor. (Or soldier. Or Marine. You know the drill.)

Because I don't want to be Debby Downer, I'll leave you on a high note and tell you that I did an amazing amount of cleaning at Casa Denise and TCB this weekend. I had everything done: floors clean throughout, sheets and towels changed (also washed and put away), kitchen sink plus stove top plus refrigerator polished (damn you, stainless steel!), all mirrors and faucets shiny and clean, dining room chairs de-furred (grrrr @ cats), and bathroom sinks and vanities clean and sparkly. I only needed to dust throughout and vacuum just the stairs.

That was Saturday about noon. By the time I left this morning for work (forgetting my computer in my haste), the cat fur is back on the floor, the kids left their wet towels in the guest bathroom (ewww), someone left toothpaste in the guest sink, and I need to change the cat boxes (double eww). Seriously, why do I even bother???

Oh wait, wasn't I supposed to tell you something positive? Hmmm. Oh yes, it's time for me to go home...yay!