And I'm not really sure that I am.
I was all excited earlier today that Hubby's flight was due in at 10:15ish. Normally his flights arrive in between midnight and two. I got all tingly at the thought of having him home and possibly being asleep by midnight.
Yep, you guessed it, his flight was two and a half hours delayed. He is now due in somewhere in the vicinity of 12:30. The tingly feeling is gone, and sleep nibbles at the edges of my awareness while I try to chase it away so I can stay awake another hour before driving up to get him.
Have I mentioned that this sucks?
Consider it mentioned.