Ah, Aaron is on a plane right now, coming home. Thanks be to Goddess, Glory Hallelujah, etc, etc.
The older - and more rowdy - the children get, the harder it is to have him travel. And boy, does he travel. He typically is out about 100 days of the year, and I just can't handle it anymore.
But he's coming home tonight, and that's a very good thing. Because you know what that means, don't you?
(Oh, get your mind out of the gutter.)
That means I get to sleep. Sleep.
I suffer from horrible insomnia when he's out of town (which makes handling the situation all! the! much! better!). And not the good Martha-Stewart-insomnia where I can plaster the entry room, start priming, take out all the yucky grout in the bathroom and experiment with gluten-free baking. No, I suffer from the suck-ass-insomnia where I lay in bed staring at the clock thinking, "Shit, how am I going to handle tomorrow? How? How? HOW?"
So, tonight, I should finally be able to sleep. And I'm so looking forward to it.