So I realized that in my last post I totally did not give Michael a fair shake, and made him sound like a real d-bag.
He is the anti- D-bag.
My Prince Charming.
When I came home from work on Sunday I had homemade chicken teriyaki and a hug waiting for me. A clean, fed baby and picked-up house.
He did warn me via text message on Monday afternoon that he was out of dinner ideas. Poor guy...he just thought I would pick up the hint to get something.
I'm not a big hint picker-upper. Doy. (Remember when we all used to say that in elementary school).
Every time he comes home from a long day at work to a messy house and dinner NOT simmering away happily on the stove, he doesn't even bat an eyelash.
I'm a lucky girl.
P.S. He is not a big sharer, and did not make the choice to start a blog. He is handling being written about very well. I have to give him his due.
I love you honey.