I just skimmed my post from the middle of the night last night. Wow, my spell predictor is aggressive! I usually fight with it, but I was so tired last night. Husband was snoring, and the kids were wandering around. I didn’t feel right sleeping. I was also in pain. I did drop off, finally. Husband has meetings all day, so he’s busy. Fortunately, boy’s therapy was cancelled today. He usually only snores like that when he’s congested or exhausted.
He went to his usual grocery run this morning and bought me a plush blanket to wrap around my wedge behind me. I can snuggle into it. It’s gorgeous! It makes me feel cared for.
You know, I read these articles that go viral about girls feeling sad, and their boyfriends buy them three things from Sephora. I devised a spreadsheet to track my purchases, as my memory is bad. We know what brain fog does! I spent, with permission and encouragement! over $1500 in treats of mostly makeup last month because my husband felt I was feeling low. Which isn’t to show off, there were some major limited edition drops last month that needed to be acted on immediately or not at all. This didn’t cause us financial hardship, I’m trying to say this without sounding like an asshole. It’s not, though, like we had to go without food.
But that’s only a very tiny thing compared to managing my pills, and being at every doctor appointment, treatment, surgery, dentist appointment, rearranging his work schedule so he can. When he is home, he runs upstairs at every buzz so he can get something I need or pick up something I dropped, or bring me food, or rub my back. He makes my phone calls, our kids’ phone calls, he takes them to the doctor, too. He’s been doing this for at least fifteen years. Although, I used to be able to attend some doctor appointments on my own, so eight years.
When he’s not at home, he’s in touch by text or phone, checking up or checking in. Working hard and excelling in his career. Never taking an actual holiday, in fact violating HR policy by taking days piecemeal. But when forced to take days off is bored.
He crawls into bed exhausted every night from cooking our meals, quelling our anxieties, and making us laugh through it all. When we try to credit and thank him, he dismisses us, saying he doesn’t do anything the average Mom doesn’t do.
I’m a pretty lucky person. I wish I could properly thank him. Yes, I say thank you all the time! He waves me off. I love him more than anything. It’s the best thing I can do 😍!
Have a wonderful day, Zebra friends! 😘