Shawn's big show was supposed to be last weekend but the band had to cancel. It's not my story to tell (even though I really want to tell it) but I will say that I'm angry on his behalf. There has been some band drama (musicians. what the fuck.) and it resulted in the guitar player (having a tantrum and) leaving the band two days before an important and exciting show.
It's frustrating because I want to punch someone (guitar player!) in the ear and Shawn has already forgiven her. It's a flaw, this mama bear attitude of mine. It gets me into trouble. It riles me up and makes my cheeks flush and my voice growl and before you know it, I'm punching someone in the ear. Shawn's capacity to forgive amazes me.
So Shawn stayed home this weekend and brought me popsicles and got up to check the random night noises after I read too many murder mysteries (four in three days - such a bad plan) and tried not to laugh at my squeaky voice after my strep throat morphed into a full chest cold / laryngitis / death. It was a nice, relaxing weekend and even though I'm still angry at the situation that led up to him staying home, I'm grateful to have spent so much time with Shawn. Especially since he left this morning for four days in Toronto, leaving me with only the puppies to protect me from murderers (seriously - reading four mystery novels in three days has warped my brain. I am looking sideways at everyone, convinced that they want to cut off my face.)