This morning, it hit me what a great husband I have. I often notice all the negative things- like the fact that since we started sharing a closet again, I’ve wanted to TAKE EVERY STUPID PAIR OF SHOES he has and throw them out the window because they have taken over like the Nazis. Or how he takes my clean laundry out of the dryer and throws it on the floor where the animals sleep on it. Or how he has to have both the TV AND the computer blaring Ancient Faith Radio, baseball and Third Eye Blind.
Yes, I know. Those things are such huge problems, I have the right to complain about them all the time.
And here I thought this post was going to be about Jesse, not his psychotic OCD wife.
It was this morning that I noticed that before Jesse ran out the door at 6am, he had stopped to clean out the coffee pot, put in new water, and leave the right amount of beans in the grinder, all so I could have coffee with just the push of a button. Jesse normally does this every day, either before we go to bed the night before or before he goes to work. But it felt extra considerate this morning, seeing as he worked until 10pm last night and got up at 5 to with Courtney to a Wheatstone event in Tyler.
And it got me thinking about all the little things. He takes Claire out to pee nearly every morning so I can sleep just a little longer. He makes cakes and has them waiting when I get home. He switches our cars in the driveway so I won’t have to in the morning. He finds my phone and charges it. He fills our Netflix queue with stupid girl movies he knows will brighten my day. He even lets me commender the computer on most nights.
I know they’re little things. But coffee is almost a perfect metaphor. It SEEMS like a liquid, yet even a little sip of it can help you make it through a rough morning.
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Courtney says
your sweet, kelly.