Pardon me

Excuse me while I give mad props to my husband, who just also happens to be the best husband in the world. (If I must say so myself – have I told you about the surprise romantic, fun-filled trip to NY he planned for Valentines day?!?). Aside from all his wonderful characteristics, he’s supportive and understanding and very patient (let’s face it, I can be quite the handful), but he has dinner on the table for me the second I get home. THAT IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD. I will never, or very rarely, cook dinner after work. I suffer from a condition (I don’t really feel it is a legitimate “condition”) but if I don’t eat every hour or so I feel very sick and I turn into the biggest bitch. And this isn’t pregnancy related; it’s always been that way. So by the time I get home from work and my 45 minute drive I am so starving that when my dogs run to greet me my instinct is to pick them up and start gnawing on their meaty flesh. Needless to say at that point I don’t have the patience to cook anything so I’d normally grab a bowl (or 10 bowls) of cereal. But Bryan works all day long too, and much harder than I and he voluntarily comes home and starts cooking, has everything ready so I just have to plop my big butt on the chair and start going to town. Pasta LaSchrock turned out fabulous by the way. I have to post the recipe someday. We even took the pups for a lovely stroll last night in the nice weather.

And it’s been so nice because we’ve actually been eating at the dinner table instead of in front of the TV, he on the couch and me on our recliner just shoveling food in. We actually talk and bond and it’s much easier to clean up since I have to get up anyway. Before when we’d eat in front of the TV, it was too easy to just there for the rest of the night along with the dirty dishes.

Anyway I could talk for hours about how great my husband is but I’ll have to save some for future bragging.