Sunday, July 18, 2010

holy guacamole

The husband came home from work super late today (per usual on Sunday mornings). I'd already had a meltdown after being woken up from a nap again by screaming children and Kiddo arguing with me and screaming at me (I screamed too, don't worry!). She came out of her room saying, "I think I'm having PMS."

No kidding.

So when the husband came in and we were all dressed for church but I was still making breakfast (and church had started 15 minutes earlier), he said, "What do you need?" I wasn't crying or anything, he just knew. I didn't even have to say a word for him to know I wasn't okay.

Because we were so late to church, I would have missed the sacrament and then had to chase the kids through the foyer and halls because I can't sit on the hard chairs in the chapel and all the padded chairs and benches would be taken, and Little Mister takes his nap right after sacrament meeting anyway, so we didn't go.

So when he asked what I needed so I could be okay, I said, "I need to clean the kitchen." That was the first thing I thought of. He said okay, he'd help with the kids while I did it. I handed him some breakfast, which he ate, and then he asked if there was anything else. "A Pepsi."

He went to the garage and got the Pepsi, made sure I'd taken my antidepressant herbs this morning, took Little Mister into our room and watched a movie with him, and I started cleaning.

I didn't make it spotless, but did get a lot done over the next 30-45 minutes. Changed the dishwasher, scrubbed down some countertops, packed a box of stoneware and pans, started a load of towels in the washer, and hosed down the front of the dishwasher and part of the stove.

I felt a lot better at that point. But the thing that made me the happiest? When he said I could start going back to the gym this week because the baby is so good every morning when he gets home after she's eaten. YES!!! Elliptical, here I come!


Tyson, Katie and Amelia said...

What a sweet hubby to be so in tune with your needs. (Kind of reminds me of my hubby.) And how exciting about going to the gym. Wish I could join you! I have no hubby home in the morning.

The Boob Nazi said...

I'm glad you got so much done and can get back to the gym!

Kristina P. said...

He is a good man.