why i love him so

I woke up yesterday morning and came downstairs to a quiet house. The girls had packed their lunches the night before and Irene was still asleep which gave me the luxury of a relaxing start to my day. I went down to the kitchen to look over my to-do list before grabbing that first cup of joe. I didn't notice it right away, but at the very bottom of my to-do list, in fine print, something was added. Be sure your husband feels loved. I couldn't help but smile and think all kinds of loving thoughts about Rob and what a good husband I have.

Now back up to the night before this note. I was a little feisty with Rob. Bitchy, if you will. He had done or said nothing wrong. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now I will spare all the details. I don't want to rehash my inappropriate behavior. Although I will say, I did not use any profanity. At least I don't remember using profanity. Anyway, I was crabby and not very nice to Rob and he noticed. Go figure. I think I'll put the note on the fridge and leave it there until all the kids leave the house or I'm all finished with menopause, not necessarily in that order.