Bless my Husband

I'll be the first to admit, I have a great husband. 

Last night I was a worn out, swollen mess after my first "real" day back at school.  I also was dealing with a 22-month-old who refused to let me put him down.  I had to carry him everywhere!  Paybacks are hell, and he was making me pay for leaving him all day (although he admitted to having a great time playing with Carli and Molly).

I was trying to juggle AJ while fixing supper, cutting out bulletin board letters, and washing clothes.  I finally gave in and called Barry.  He was home in five minutes.  He entertained AJ while I made supper.  We were able to sit down and eat as a family, which we rarely have the opportunity to do.  He let AJ take a shower with him. (Although I had to give him a bath immediately after because AJ refused to let the water from the shower head touch him.)  Then I got to spend quality time snuggled up with my little boy as I rocked him before bed.

Does it get any better than that?  Yep, it does.  Barry volunteered to rub my feet before I went to bed. 

With Barry's help, I was in bed well before my usual midnight.  Today I woke up well-rested and ready to face the day.

What a guy!