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My husband is a good husband, and a good father... so why is it I want to do a lot of crying and then kill him with my bare hands?
It's this rechid holiday! He used to be much more romantic than he is now (which really wouldn't be hard.)
So this morning I say "Hey, it's Valentines day."
Brillant Husband: "I know."
Me: *the look*
Brillant Husband: "Oh, was I supposed to get you a card or some thing?"
Me:*death glare*
So my friend just calls me and she is frantic with glee because her Brillant-er husband had flowers, and balloons, and stuffed animals, AND A BEATIFUL RING! Delivered to her at work..... As I sit her unshowered, in my PJs, covered in my toddlers breakfast, and on the verge of tears because me 2 1/2 year old made me 16month old bleed....
And I just thought.... man I could have really used flowers today. I don't feel beautiful, I don't feel special. I feel like taking a long walk in the subzero windchill to see if any one would miss me.
It's this rechid holiday! He used to be much more romantic than he is now (which really wouldn't be hard.)
So this morning I say "Hey, it's Valentines day."
Brillant Husband: "I know."
Me: *the look*
Brillant Husband: "Oh, was I supposed to get you a card or some thing?"
Me:*death glare*
So my friend just calls me and she is frantic with glee because her Brillant-er husband had flowers, and balloons, and stuffed animals, AND A BEATIFUL RING! Delivered to her at work..... As I sit her unshowered, in my PJs, covered in my toddlers breakfast, and on the verge of tears because me 2 1/2 year old made me 16month old bleed....
And I just thought.... man I could have really used flowers today. I don't feel beautiful, I don't feel special. I feel like taking a long walk in the subzero windchill to see if any one would miss me.