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This weekend was busy. I worked from Thursday night to Saturday afternoon. My feet hurt. My back aches. I had to be "on" the whole time, talking with people, engaging people, and I am drained.

When I got home I discovered that my husband had cleaned the house, did the dishes, and was ready to take me out for dinner and drinks and a movie. I was so relieved to finally be home, but is it terrible if I admit that my first thought when I saw all he had done was, "heh, I should go away for the weekend more often!"