Officially the worst wife in history
So....I wrote a big long post about how underappreciated I was by my husband and how he never helps out, so what happens? On the same day, he wakes up early to spend time with me, he helps me with the laundry and with Alana and decides to take us to the park to enjoy the sunshine. He even thought it was a great idea when A_ W_ and robotlilliput wanted to meet us there. Now I feel like a jerk. I don't totally because I know my frustrations were/are founded and I should really just appreciate that he made an effort, especially an effort that was in no way prompted by me and my nagging. I just felt guilty spending time with him and him being so wonderful while knowing what I had written about him. Oh well. What I am trying to say is things are much better and my mood has lifted considerably. After Rian went to work, the girls and I had a BBQ (which proved my marginal skills at grilling food) and we went to Starbucks. robotlilliput and I talked for a good hour or so after A_ left and had a great time discussing parenting and music and politics. This day turned out so much better than I thought it would. I love days like that.
I would like to thank all of you who responded to my last post with offers to help out. It means a lot of me to have such supportive, understanding friends. I am very bad at asking for help and I need to be better about it so I don't get so overwrought.
I would like to thank all of you who responded to my last post with offers to help out. It means a lot of me to have such supportive, understanding friends. I am very bad at asking for help and I need to be better about it so I don't get so overwrought.