after being across the globe for the last 17 days. Like, it was a LONG time with two little kids, a senile dog, the house and all. And yes, I’m pretty damn proud of myself right now, cause nothing went to shit. Everyone’s alive, pretty happy. The house is actually really clean… I even made a few improvements while he was away.
We go upstairs and I’m changing the sheets on the bed and he’s like, “do you need help with that?”
Now, I love him. And I appreciate that he wants to help. But all I can think is: