I'm Feeling a Bit Guilty
So after the long rant about the bedroom and sleeping conditions, DH has turned into an angel. I had a very late night last night trying to drive home from a meeting in the southern part of the state, and DH stayed on the phone with me the last 30 minutes to help keep me awake and to make sure I made it home all right. That means he was up past 11:30--and I didn't ask him to.
Then he had my breakfast waiting for me this morning (an english muffin with butter--but that's usually what I grab on the way out the door). He's staying home today to work on the house and to primarily get the area of the living room (or just outside the living room depending on which of us you talk to) cleared out. I think he also plans to work in my office. He's called once to ask me about specific items--not in a bothersome way, but in a "I can't remember what you said about this" sort of way.
So he's definitely back on my good list again. And I'll have to do something sweet for him tonight--maybe a back massage before he goes bowling.
Then he had my breakfast waiting for me this morning (an english muffin with butter--but that's usually what I grab on the way out the door). He's staying home today to work on the house and to primarily get the area of the living room (or just outside the living room depending on which of us you talk to) cleared out. I think he also plans to work in my office. He's called once to ask me about specific items--not in a bothersome way, but in a "I can't remember what you said about this" sort of way.
So he's definitely back on my good list again. And I'll have to do something sweet for him tonight--maybe a back massage before he goes bowling.