I love my poor tired husband.

My husband spent all last week in Ireland on a business trip. He got home after midnight on Saturday morning. He was supposed to arrive home on Friday evening but due to "weather" somewhere in the country, his flight was cancelled.

The airline wanted to reschedule him so that he would get home Saturday night instead.

My husband knows me and understands that after he has been gone all week, even a two hour delay in his return has me spitting nails. A 24 hour delay might possibly harm my psyche.

So my sweet husband spent some time with the ticket agent, got rerouted to the next closest airport, rented a car, and drove an hour and a half to make it home after midnight.

I love my poor tired husband.

 I left pretty early on Saturday morning for a luncheon at my Mom's church so Dan got to get up early as well and spend the morning with the kids. As soon as I got home, he had to mow the grass. After that he had to drive to Greensboro which is over 30 minutes away, drop off the rental car and pick up his car from the airport. And we were home just in time for him to give the kids their baths.

I love my poor tired husband.

 After lunch on Sunday, he spent over three hours putting a trampoline together for the kids that he didn't even want to purchase in the first place.

And he did this amid much whining.

 "Is it almost ready yet, Daddy?"  

"Can we jump on it yet, Daddy?"

"Honey, this is taking forever!"

OK, I didn't really say that but I'm sure he thought I was thinking it what with all the pacing I was doing. But I wasn't thinking that at all.

Instead, I was thinking, I love my poor tired husband. So on Monday morning my poor tired husband was probably more than ready to head out the door to get back to his paid job so he could get some rest. But even though he did more non-paid work this weekend than any poor tired man should have to do, look at these happy faces.

I love my poor tired husband.