It's the weekend...

...and Mike is home!  YAY!!

I love having him home.  I really miss him when he is away at work.  I feel like there is a piece of me missing. 

I hate asking him to do things when he's home on the weekend.  He works hard during the week and has a long commute each day.  I really believe the weekends should be for him.  His time to relax, do what he pleases, and recharge for the following week.

However, there are times I need to do things that require his help.  Last weekend, for example, I needed help with the chicken coop.  I hated asking him to work on it, but it was stuff I didn't know how to do on my own.  We did the work together, but I felt like I was stealing his time from him.  I know he doesn't feel that way, but I do.

Right now, he's getting a haircut.  Then the rest of the day is his.  Well, most of it at 4:00 I'm going to the movies with girls.

Peace and long life.