My awesome Saturday

Mainly this post is to AW my husband and how awesome he is (Jim, don't let this blow up your ego too much). 

This morning he let me sleep in until after 8. Which, in mommy life, is like letting me sleep until the middle of the afternoon. And he either somehow managed to keep the shrieking banshee quiet or I was so passed out tired I didn't even notice. 

Then when I woke up he made me an omelet and a pumpkin spiced latte. Have I mentioned how much I love all things pumpkin? 

All day long he's been cleaning and organizing the garage, and took a bunch of stuff over to Goodwill for me. You know what I got to do while he was busy with all of this? 

Treat myself to a pedicure and lunch with one of my girlfriends.  

On top of all of that, he has a babysitter coming over tonight so we can go out for a date. Being able to eat breakfast, lunch, AND dinner at a normal pace without a toddler climbing in my lap or screaming? Unknown luxury in my life. 

Oh, and did I mention it is a lovely 61 degrees out right now and it rained this morning? I don't know if he can reasonably claim that he made the weather awesome too, but I'm in such a relaxed mood I'll even give him credit for it. 

30 Days of Thanks: Day 19

I'm a huge wuss when it comes to watching anything remotely scary on the TV. I'm thankful that my husband doesn't mock me (too much) for turning into a five-year-old if a show has something scary.

Case in point: We were watching Dr. Who the other evening. The episode was "Blink." If you've seen it, you know that it's more suspenseful than terrifying. However, I still was scared, and spent a good portion of the episode with a blanket over my head, repeatedly asking Jim if it was safe to look at the TV. (You may wonder why I don't simply leave the room or turn on something different. It's because it's way worse not knowing how it ends).

I'm sure he probably thinks that I am slightly ridiculous. But I'm ever-thankful that he puts up with my nonsense, and that he has only once tried to grab my leg to scare me more while I hide in my blanket fort.

30 Days of Thanks: Day Five

As with any job, being a stay at home mom means you get some good days, and then you get some craptastic days. Today would be one of the latter. I woke up to muddy paw prints all over my clean kitchen floor (thanks dogs), and the day went downhill from there. By lunchtime I was already battling a massive headache, which was not helped by Ella's three-hour long impersonation of a banshee.

Enter Jim's armpits. Yes, you read that right. This afternoon, he had to go get the drug test that's required of all new employees. They needed a hair sample, and apparently to obtain the necessary amounts of hairs, they had to partially shave his armpits. Whoever did it did the world's worst job. You would think that the armpit-shaver would have simply done the entire thing. Instead, they left little random tufts of hair. Perhaps this makes me a bad wife, or an overly tired one, but I find this to be hilarious.

To whoever gave me this fantastic gift tonight, I thank you, for making my crummy day a little better, and for making me remember that while I may have to put up with a lot, at least my job does not involve shaving strangers' armpits.  

30 Days of Thanks: Day Three

Six years ago, Jim took me out on our first date. I'm thankful he worked up the courage to (finally) ask me out on that first date.