Several months ago my sister and I splurged and bought nearly front row tickets to see Wicked here in Salt Lake City.
I had to arrange it around Jason's insane travel schedule.
When we finally settled on a date that worked I told Jason to put it in his calendar on his phone, and to make it public so that the whole world knew.
I was going to have an entire day...end of story.
At 11:45 tonight Jason said "Your day starts in 15 minutes. If Emily wakes up you have to wake me up. You can't get out of bed. In fact, you should give me the baby monitor."
And then he asked, "How late do you want to sleep in tomorrow?"
I'm thinking I should have scheduled myself more than just one day...