Today is the Hubs birthday. He's 30 now. Talk about old man. It's ok, he knows he totally robbed the cradle when he married me.
K, I actually hate that phrase,
"robbed the cradle"...
Anyways...
And since it's his birthday, that means that he's sick.
Yep.
So sick.
And I feel so bad.
But this honestly happens EVERY. YEAR.
Without fail, the week of his birthday, it starts with the kids. The puking, the vomitting, the diarrhea.
(Yep, I totally just said diarrhea on my blog...)
Then it's me, then him.
ALWAYS the week of his birthday.
(Sorry folks, he's taken.)
So, since Hubs is passed out on the couch feeling like death, my plans for today have gone out the window.
Sorry babe. We'll celebrate as soon as you can stand again.
(At the hospital when Bubs was born.)
I love you.
We'll aim for heathly next year.
