Silly me tried to start a "pray for your husband" thing last night. Knowing that getting SS9 back today would not be fun.

It kind of worked out that I wasn't allowed to get him early (should note that DH didn't even ask if we/I could get him early, it wasn't even brought up. She said we could get him anytime after 2 and DH didn't say anything in response). But it worked out. I met my sister at my mom's house, we made a picnic lunch for OUR kids. Then we realized we could all fit in my vehicle (she has 4, I have 1 plus the SS). But without SS9 there, we could all fit and not have to take two cars! Yay!!!

I made myself not think about SS9 as much as possible. Although, meanie me almost wanted to text him a picture of me and his baby "sis" at the beach. ha!

Well, we went back to mom's house so the babies could nap. I didn't even bother calling DH (since it was getting close to 2 p.m.). I just laid down with my baby to nap with her.

I get up at 2:30 and have a text from DH from about 1:30: "Darth Vader wants to know what time you're picking SS9 up." Seriously? seriously. You wanted to make the rules for picking up and dropping off? Why is it all of a sudden my responsibility to go get him now?

My mom asks what's up and says she has to go pick up my little sister and she will go get SS9 for me. Thanks mom.

And SS9 already showed he can't make good choices or listen to directions. Ugh.