This is a blatant brag post. If you don't feel like reading a gushy post about my husband, back out slowly now and run away. I won't look.
I'm still very slowly adjusting to school. I knew it would be a lot of work, but I was unprepared for the roller coaster of it all. My husband has had to endure a week of texts from me that go something like this:
"I am feeling really stressed."
"I can't do it."
"I feel horrible and overwhelmed."
"I am feeling so overwhelmed again."
"I have so much to do."
Ok, those might be direct quotes. And he didn't once tell me to shut up. I know, he's a saint. Not only that, but on Wednesday he came home and cleaned for hours.
After giving me a clean house, he came home on Thursday and Melissa, my friend Heidi, and I were scrapbooking. He spoiled us. He went to the store, got supplies for dinner and made dinner for all us adults and the 7 small children running around. After serving us dinner, he made us brownies and served it with ice cream and caramel sauce. And none of that was hyperbole. I know. He's frickin' amazing.
That is all.