The Daily Hailey

Not alone, technically. Dekker and I spent the day at home, while Brady was at work. He finally has a full week of work. While the slump he’s been having with his work is really not ideal, it has been perfectly timed with my first trimester illness. The few days he’s worked in the last month or so have all been days that I’ve felt surprisingly healthy! So I had high hopes for today.

However, I woke up with that yucky light-headedness that I’ve been having recently where I just can’t stand for long periods of time. I had a cycle going for a while where I’d feed Dekker breakfast in the kitchen and do the dishes while he ate, in an attempt to keep one part of my house in order. That feel by the wayside while I’ve been sick, and dishes are practically stacked to the ceiling. So this morning I figured I’d stay in bed as long as Dekker let me, and then I’d put through a load of dishes while he ate. The goal wasn’t to finish everything, just one load. And I couldn’t stand long enough to even dig out all the cutlery from between dishes. So instead I just sat and had breakfast with Dekker, which is always pleasant as well.

This morning, however, I read something on my towns Facebook page. A man had posted about noticing footprints around his vehicles this morning. He actually tracked the prints around town, up and down every single street into every driveway. Clearly someone was looking to break into vehicles. People started commenting that they too had noticed prints around their cars. One person even said she had footprints up to both her doorways. Of all days for me to be home husband-less. My imagination gets the better of me quite often, and I spent the day on pins and needles because, sure enough, we had prints all around our vehicles as well. Everything was locked and looks fine from what we could see. And there are no prints leading up to our entrances that aren’t ours. I’m sure everything is fine, but it was just at edgy day of wondering and sort of tapping my foot, waiting for Brady to return home.

When he did, he came armed with slurpees and subs. Date night! Our at-home date night is always on Mondays, where we eat Subway and watch The Bachelor or The Biggest Loser. I know, it sounds lame to lots of you, and yes my husband is very tolerant and loving. But whether you guys think its a nice date activity or not, its a constant in our life, where we make time to spend together while Dekker is napping. We love it. Plus I was staaarving today so it tasted extra delicious.

Doors locked and baths running.