So, last night I cancelled all plans and made Brett go to bed really early. He's been sick for the past two days but is refusing to take it as easy as I would like-so I figured "weekend=my chance to MAKE HIM get better".....annnnnyway, at 8am this morning he starts yelling and scrambling around because apparently he'd missed several phonecalls telling him to report to work at 8am this morning because of....who knows what.
He said he could be there all day. I still have no idea what any of this means.
So much for Saturday being MY chance to be controlling over Brett's life....the army already called dibs on the whole thing :-P
And to think I cancelled the CHEESE FESTIVAL for me to sit around in my PJs....and Brett to be at work! BOO!