I try really hard to not brag. My husband. My kids. They make it really hard to not brag. I usually manage to control the impulse to shout out to the world how awesome they all are. And then B.daddy goes and does something like this...
It has been a long day. And tonight was going to be my night out. (Oh yeah. He gives me a night out every week. He knew before I did that I need to be Alone on a regular basis.) See, he wanted to work from home today, so he could handle home maintenance appointments. But meetings at work...you know the drill. So I schooled our kids on how to play hooky and not get caught on discipline and the three R's and the Romantic Period. Instead of packing the kids in the van AS SOON as lessons were complete and heading to Trader Joe's for a cheap bottle of wine, I had to stay here to let strange men into my house and ask them Man Questions about boilers and radiators and chimneys. B.daddy knows that this sort of situation makes me very uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to be home to handle it. But he couldn't.
To top that off, my hard workin' man called around 6 to let me know he was on his way home. Forty minutes away. This is SUPER late if I'm going to have a night out. I just said, grab a bottle of wine on your way home and that'll be my night out. It was too late to do anything, and frankly I was too tired to even put on jeans and go see a movie.
Not only does he come home with a bottle from my favorite label, he brought me their best pinot noir. This is a big deal. A very big deal. So right now I'm sipping the best wine I've had in years listening to my Babydaddy wrestle with our hooligans. He'll read to them, sing with them, and put them to bed. All while I sit here and feel grateful and blessed. That's my kind of night. My kind of man.
I'm done bragging.
Accepting a homemade Christmas gift, which included a one dollar bill. :)
Sailing on the Adriatic Sea.
It's almost that time of year again!
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