There is nothing more special than walking into the house on a Tuesday night and finding my husband, who should have been in class, just finishing up dinner and the house well on its way to being sparkling clean.
I really do have the best husband in the world.
I have been feeling like crap this week so far, with the little bean still giving my ribs a severe beating. Yesterday I drove up to the chiropractor, who made things feel a little better, but the drive up there was torture because I was fighting with bean boy the whole time. He would push into my side, I'd gently massage and push him away and he'd push right back. Stubborn little guy. I felt a million times better on the way back, but sadly that doesn't mean I was pain free. I passed up the house and went around the corner to give Amanda a check as deposit to hold a spot in her home daycare for Ethan (more on that later) and ended up chatting with her and her husband for several minutes. When I got to the house, I was pleased to see the 4Runner in the garage, and even happier to find my husband inside with the aforementioned dinner (spagetti and meatballs) and clean house.
What did I do to deserve to be so well taken care of? I can't think of anything... I just know I'm blessed beyond measure.
I really do have the best husband in the world.
I have been feeling like crap this week so far, with the little bean still giving my ribs a severe beating. Yesterday I drove up to the chiropractor, who made things feel a little better, but the drive up there was torture because I was fighting with bean boy the whole time. He would push into my side, I'd gently massage and push him away and he'd push right back. Stubborn little guy. I felt a million times better on the way back, but sadly that doesn't mean I was pain free. I passed up the house and went around the corner to give Amanda a check as deposit to hold a spot in her home daycare for Ethan (more on that later) and ended up chatting with her and her husband for several minutes. When I got to the house, I was pleased to see the 4Runner in the garage, and even happier to find my husband inside with the aforementioned dinner (spagetti and meatballs) and clean house.
What did I do to deserve to be so well taken care of? I can't think of anything... I just know I'm blessed beyond measure.
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