I adore my husband.
Because, on a particularly chaotic and overwhelming Friday morning, I fired a frantic text his way:
Having a freakout moment. The house is TRASHED and there are 7 loads of laundry to fold and errands to run and kids to teach and all I really want to do is work on my Lightroom class. If you come home and I'm in Tahiti, that's why.
Without missing a beat, he sent this back:
-work on Lightroom.
-forget the house.
-if everybody has clothes on, we'll tag-team the laundry Saturday morning.
-can't I do the errands?
Which is quite possibly the most romantic love note an overwhelmed pregnant mama can get from her husband, yes?
I think I'll save Tahiti for another time.