I like him too much.
I have the Sunday Night Blues, which happen when I realize the weekend is over, Monday starts tomorrow, and I've spent most of today on housework. The Blues occur when I've had too much work and not enough fun.
Enter my cure for these Blues: my husband. He steps in and helps iron our son's shirts. He washes dishes and disposes of raw chicken gunk. He praises the dinner I am throwing together and tells me the cookies in the cookie jar are the best he's ever had. He plays my iPod music, on shuffle, and doesn't complain too much when the first couple of songs are Celine. He does everything he can to help.
And while this doesn't suddenly dispel the blues, it sure goes a long way to making me smile and before I know it, I'm rolling into the home stretch of the evening, looking forward to dinner and sitting down with the kids and those last couple of shirts that need to be ironed.
Because while my husband finished ironing, turned off the iron and heaved a sigh of relief, I knew there were more shirts in the dryer. I'll just keep that my little secret and iron them later.
Thanks to my husband, I'm back in the land of Monday liking. I will not have it be said that I have a case of the Mondays. I'd have to kick my own ass.
:)
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