Rough One

Today was questionable from the time I woke up.

I overslept. Hubby got off work late so I got to work late. Both kids woke up with stffy noses. The baby woke up waaay too early (daddy problem not mine). And I had to park on the roof in 115 degree weather. I'm not complaining, just setting forth the facts. The 7 mile drive home took an hour thanks to two wrecks on the surface streets. And, when I made it home there was noting cooked, the clothes that I placed in the dryer this morning were still there and the kids were still taking their naps (bedtime is in an hour).

Right here is where I start complaining. So, if you have sympathy for men here is your chance to look away....

for five long years I was wife, mother, shuttle driver, service technician, dry cleaner, teaacher, chef, and office technician for my family. No compensation, no ovrtime, no days off and no hired help-Nothing. Five years of "Hi Honey, I'm home. What's for dinner?" Each inquiry day after day met with the a different home cooked meas and tempered with love.

All of that backstory aside; Is it too much to ask for a hot meal and a hot man waiting to greet you at the end of a long day. The fact that my day went badly made it more important than ever for my man to show me some love. The fact that he missed the mark so badly just goes to show how much I love him. The fact that I'm here blogging for the world to play judge over the issue goes to show how long my day truely has been.