I know you have heard me complaining, I mean telling you, that school was back in session. Well, Brett has been great about helping out in the evenings as I get adjusted. Right now I am thanking the good Lord that it is Friday because this week felt like it would never end. Monday seems like eons ago!
Monday night I was very tired. The first day always goes well because the adrenaline is pumping but come the evening and my feet are screaming and my body is tired. I had thawed some chicken that I was going to cook and Brett says, "oh, let me just grill it on the george forman grill." And he did. He usually loves to use seasoning but he called this the "Plain Jane, season it yourself, Chicken". He made mac and cheese too and green beans. He really is a stud.
Then, Tuesday was worse. The adrenaline was gone and reality was setting in that I have to do this for 9 more months. I could barely think when I came home. He really wanted to go skating and I told him that was fine but that I'd need to go to bed early. He realized I was very tired, came right home and took care of Zoe so I could nap while our pizza was cooking in the oven (I did not make chicken, I heated the oven). I didn't even here the buzzer go off and he got the pizza out and cut it. He later bathed Zoe and got her to bed and I was in bed by 9.
I love this man. He serves me.
Hope your man is as good to you.
Talk to you soon,