Your dad will be back, tomorrow, it's only a
It has been a long eight days (feels like nine) for all of us, not least of which Jay, but unless anything unexpected happens (tfoo tfoo tfoo, throwing salt over my shoulder, etc.) by the time I open my eyes tomorrow morning he should be lying right there in the bed next to me.
He's due to land at 4:30am and should be home by about 5:30. The kids have promised to stay quiet when they wake up to let him sleep (bwahahahaha) but eventually their boisterous spirits (and the inevitable noise of a too-loud tv) will prevail and joy will reign throughout the land because Daddy is home at last!
Our birthday muffins are made (daddy doesn't really like cake, especially not first thing in the morning), a very unusual birthday gift has been selected by Itai, combined with a card nearly its equal selected by Maya, and much celebrating will be done. (Jay was away for his actual birthday, which fell on Purim this year so a double-whammy not having him home) and the kids are quite anxious to make up for it. I'm quite anxious to see his reaction to his birthday gift - photos will definitely follow.
Now all I have to do is finish getting Maya into bed, fold four loads of laundry, and do the dishes before I can fall into bed myself.