I have been irritable and cranky the last week, I have been unable to shake a cold that's taken up residence in my body. There also have been a number of personal things taking place. That being said I have not been any easy person to live with. Its funny how in our worst moments we take it out on those closest, I guess maybe believing that they will overlook our temporary moments of insanity. In this case I would have to say my victim would be my dear husband, the innocent bystander of my crabbiness.
I have often thought by no means did I pick the most romantic man in the world. I don't receive flowers on a regular basis, he once brought home balloons but from the car to the house they escaped floating off into the air, he has forgotten my birthday, I get last minute drug store valentines day cards and the list goes on.... Like many women I keep score of all his short comings it comes in handy when I need to lay on a good guilt trip.
This week however the smallest gesture reminded me that I am married to a good man, that in his own unique/creative way is indeed a prince charming. He is not good with words, and knowing my rough week and feeling down in the dumps he came home with a big two liter bottle of Diet Dr Pepper. My favorite! He brought it home set it on the counter and just said thought you could use this he then went off to do his own thing.
So we wont be ridding off into the sunset instead we will be curled up on the couch watching Goonies with our son drinking Diet Dr Pepper .... that's a happy ending.
