Sitting in the bathroom feeling sorry myself because I'm pregnant and Todd's not! My back really, really hurts and he's an idiot because he doesn't offer to rub it. I want flowers, I want flowers and a thank you for being pregnant and for bringing his first son into this world, the very first Lancon boy. I want to hear thank you, and I want my feet rubbed and I want a sweet note that says something only a good husband could say because he adored his wife. And my thoughts go on and on about how he just doesn't get it. I make my way to the sofa, Grace fell asleep (thank goodness because she was a pill tonight). He goes into the kitchen and later emerges with a bowl of popcorn just for me. I'm craving chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream, not salty popcorn. I politely decline and then think he's not so bad after all. Even though popcorn was the last thing I wanted, at least he thought about me! :)
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Hey Kristie,
ReplyDeleteJust tell your husband what you want. I can't promise he will do what you want but at least he knows.
By the way, I think you write very well! YOu also have a great sense of humor! Smile!
We are on AMLM together. Take care. Many blessing with your new baby!
Jeanene
Thanks Jeanie! And you're right! Hope you have a good day
ReplyDeletebetter yet.... get him to subscribe. :)
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