I feel a little guilty for thinking\/feeling the way I did… but I was kind of hoping to come home from my weekend away to find the house a little messed up, the dishes in the sink, toys strewn about the house, sippy cups crusty with milk, our bed unmade, etc. Though I probably would have also been a little peeved, what this would have told me was that I was missed. That the hubby and daughter barely got by without me.<\/p>\n
Instead…<\/p>\n
Instead I came home to an immaculately clean house. Dishes not only clean, but put away. Not a toy out of place. Not an ITEM out of place. All floors mopped. All trash taken out. Our bed was made like it should be in a hotel. The door to our broken cabinet was fixed and re-attached, my dust buster was finally hung on the wall in the laundry room, he even USED my dust buster and CLEANED MY CAR. One of the projects I hadn’t started yet for Baby Boy’s room….. almost…..done. And to top it off…. roses on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
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Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?!?!?<\/p>\n
And then he made dinner. \u00a0And fed Gwyneth dinner while doing it.<\/p>\n
UGH! What the !?!<\/p>\n
While I was floored, trying to pick my jaw up off the ground, I was incredibly<\/b> thankful, \u00a0a little shocked….. and sad.<\/p>\n
As the night went on, the hubby referred to himself as “Super Mom.” I had to hand it to him. He sure was one hell of a super mom. Was it really that easy for him? Was it smooth sailing the entire time? \u00a0Sooooo many questions were flooding my mind.<\/p>\n
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As the night progressed, a little tidbit of information was leaked…<\/p>\n
The hubbs mentioned that he was tired.<\/p>\n
“What’s that you say!?” I quickly chimed in. “Tired? Boy, you must be with all you have done around here………”<\/p>\n
After a couple minutes of poking and prodding, I FINALLY got him to break down.<\/p>\n
He admitted that the house had certainly not been that clean the entire weekend, in fact, it was a disaster until Monday morning before he came to pick me up. He felt like he didn’t get a break the entire time, he didn’t have ANY extra time to do anything he<\/i> wanted to, and he was EXHAUSTED!<\/p>\n
He then asked me how in the world I grocery shop with Gwyneth and was begging to know my secret. He also vowed to never use the self-checkout line again.<\/p>\n
Yaaaaaaaaaahooooooo! THANK YOU!!!! Music to my ears!!!! Hallelujah!!! Woooooo hoooOOO!<\/p>\n
Cruel… a little. But this Mama just wanted to feel a little appreciated, and after the truth came out and he professed how much he missed me and was glad I was home, this girl was one happy, appreciated camper.<\/p>\n
Now Hubbs, don’t take this confession as an excuse to slack off around here to “show me how much you need <\/i>me” because it just aint gonna work. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Glad to be home. \ud83d\ude42 But heck, maybe I should leave town more often if I get to come home to this!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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