I should be excited about Mr H coming home for the weekend, and I am of course, but I'm also feeling pretty stressed.
The house needs cleaning, the bed needs changing, have I got enough food? the right food? we've only got 3 nights and one of those we're going out - so I feel annoyed that Mum and Dad want to see us but of course they do and I can't get out of that one.
Three and a half days.. it just isn't long enough.
Django is doing my head in and I wish Mr H was driving down so he could take him back this weekend instead of me having him another two weeks. I've got revision to do and a stupid pension form and PMS, and the dog whinging for attention constantly is REALLY not helping.
*Sigh* I know I will feel better once Mr H is here, but I'll feel even better when he's taken the whiny little brat to Scotland!