Hubby made it home safe and sound, although he endured snow, rain and drowsiness after only getting 4 hours sleep before he left. The trip that took him only 9.5 hours to make on Friday took over 11 hours to finish today. I told him that I'd much rather it take him longer to get here and for him to get back home safely than for him to hurry and get in an accident.
So he's home safe. The kids are thrilled he's home. I'm thrilled he's back. And he's beyond thrilled he's not sitting in a low-slung car that feels like you're trying to get out of a hammock when you exit the vehicle. He hurts from sitting and driving for so many hours straight, which is understandable.
So now, he's sitting on a very firm couch that supports his aching bones and doesn't make one feel like they're stuck in a hammock enjoying some well-earned rest. As soon as I hit 'send', I'll be sitting there with him.
Hope you've all had a thrilling Sunday like we have! :)
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.