A long story very short.
One day a few weeks back I had lost it. I wouldn't say I'd gone over the top, but man, I was teetering right there on the edge. Big Daddy entered the house after work and I made a straight line directly for my bedroom. I closed the door and didn't want to see another person until morning. Actually, I didn't want to see another person until the following month, but I wasn't going to push my luck.
In the midst of my mini-breakdown, I had left 3 or 4 loads of unwashed laundry in the laundry room. To my surprise, Big Daddy took charge and completed all the laundry. I don't know whether he was trying to be helpful or trying to rub it in my face that he could complete it all in an evening, why the hell couldn't I get it done throughout the entire day. Either way, it didn't matter. I was done and I didn't have to do it.
This breakdown thing was better than I thought.
Anyway, the following day, he came to me and said that he couldn't believe the condition of my socks and bras and that I really needed to go out and get new. It warmed my heart that he noticed my socks all had holes in them and that my bras looked like I bought them all in the 1980's and washed them daily on the heavy duty cycle.
I didn't, however, go out and get any new ones.
Yesterday, Big Daddy returned from work with a handful of cash. He threw it at me literally and told me to go shopping the next day.
Which is today.
Friday.
The day my kids go over to the sitter for our "kid swap".
So I'm off.
To shop.
Alone.
To get stuff FOR ME!
I haven't done this in years.
I hope I remember how.
Thank you Big Daddy ... I love you so much.
And not just because you pay me to.
