I know many of you have wonderful husbands, but seriously, mine is the best.
After my awful day of:
*someone trying to eat the sponge I was cleaning the floor with
*someone running into me to "get away from a monster" WHILE I was on my hands and knees scrubbing a floor-causing me to knock over the brand new bottle of pine sol ALL OVER the floor.
*someone biting someone else and that other someone then pulling hair out of the other person
*pushing by all
*SCREAMING by all
*Endless fights over toys-THE SAME TOY no matter what it was-from all three.
*The seeming to never end growing pile of toys I kept "putting in time out" in my room
*Food thrown on the floor after I finally got all the pine sol up
*Drinks thrown against the wall to "see what would happen"
*Tears and snot on the corner in the living room where "time out" for people is
*Two diaper explosions that called for baths-one after the other. SIGH
*TANTRUMS like no other-from all three.
I swear they were sharing notes on what to do to drive me batty on Friday.
My sweet husband came home early, handed me my wallet and told me to disperse and not come back until I'd eaten dinner and had some fun shopping.
I love that man.
And time alone-eating a meal that was STILL hot!-and reading a book was exactly what I did. I did some window shopping, and when I came across moms with kids that were screaming, I smiled and walked away, relishing in the freedom of trying on clothes WITHOUT having to continually keep the kids from crawling into other people's dressing rooms.
Ahh, it was just delightful. And now, I am recharged, re-energized, and ready for the week.