I got to sleep in the guest room. Best Mother’s Day gift I could have asked for (this year any way). Hubby has finally finished classes for his MBA from Notre Dame!! Woot Woot! I must say this last week was quite possibly the most horrible of them all. I really wanted to scratch his eyes out for most of it. I mean for leaving me here with this newborn and three year old (who has reverted to new born behavior). I love them all dearly, I really do. But all I could picture in the middle of the night while I was pumping and preparing bottles and watching blurry eyed episodes of I Love Lucy in the dark while I tried to burp this little prince for 20 minutes straight was hubby having drinks and laughs with grown ups. Sadly, I didn’t even ask what he did in the evenings, because I didn’t want to know. I don’t begrudge him his fun. He really deserves it. I love him with all my heart for what he does for this family and for me. But I’m just saying. I really wanted to scratch him in the eye as I watched him pack for this last trip. So for this Mothers Day, I slept in the guest room. Not because I actually scratched his eyes out. But because he loved me enough to let me go in the guest room, close the door, and sleep. For FOUR hours straight.