“I’m f^&ked,” I wrote to Hubbie from work this morning. “Heads up.”
He knew what that meant. That meant I was going to come home later in the day, plonk myself on the couch, and moan about how much pain I was in.
And I did exactly that.
Baby girl assisted by sitting really close to me and telling me I was her best friend in the whole world, cradling my face from time to time, and saying every so often “yay, Mama home.”
Hubbie helped by cooking dinner and doing ALL the washing up.
Both HUGE things. I mean, love, attention, food and home maintenance… I should get sick more often, yeah?
NO. Most definitely, no.
Back to normal tomorrow please.
But it is nice to know, my loved ones have my back. ♥
Photo by Daria Nepriakhina on Unsplash
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