So Greg, as he has always done, came home to his defeated wife and crazy children, and immediately stepped into "knight on a white horse" mode for me, as he has done so many times in my life. For nearly 16 years now he's been getting out his trusty steed, just when I need him most, and rushing in to save the day.
He handled dinner, promptly took over child care duties, and invited me to leave at my leisure to go do whatever I wanted. Eventually he convinced me, and while he bathed the kids, I slipped out for a few hours of retail therapy sans children and hubby. They gave him a run for his money at bedtime, but he was victorious in the end, and I returned home tonight to a quiet house and clean, sleeping children.
How lucky am I? What a blessing I received today - from this man who had his own shitty day, who battled idiocy in large doses all day at his job, who has an assistant who thinks showering is to be reserved only for St. Swizzum's Day celebrations. I got lovingly picked up, dusted off, and sent out to rejuvenate, re-center and find myself again, even for just a little while.
As usual, he is just what I needed. But then, it's always been that way. I hope he gets the chance to say it about me once in a while, too, but there's no questioning who is spoiling who around here, tonight at least.
Tomorrow looks better already.