Thank God For Wonderful Husbands

Literally.  If it weren't for Mikey today, my plight into keeping this house clean would have cracked in its foundation.  It really started last night.  I was so tired and ready to go to bed that I skipped out on running the dishwasher, which meant there were still dishes left in the sink.  Not many, but enough.  This morning I SHOULD have loaded them, washed them, and unloaded them... but I didn't get around to loading and washing them until around 2:00.  By then there were more dishes building.  Once my kitchen gets out of control, my whole outlook on life gets befuddled.  I know this now.  It must be the heart of the house.  My outlook on the day apparently is directly correlated (to a degree) on how nice and neat my kitchen is. 


You see, I'm at THAT POINT.  You know the point, don't you?  Today is the "depends on" day.  As in, the future of me continuing with being a good housewife DEPENDS ON making it through today.  If I don't make it through today, then the whole thing will unravel.  I was so close to throwing in the towel... so close.  It was depressing me because I just had a vision of my house falling to shit again. 

But my wonderful husband swooped in and saved the day.  He must have realized that I really needed some support at that particular moment.  I mentioned that I just didn't have the drive to clean out the fridge (I'm still in the kitchen this week, remember?).  So he helped me clean it out... with no qualms whatsoever.  I didn't even ask for his help.  He just did it.  Then he helped me make dinner, and he has helped me continue to clean.  For real...  if he hadn't stepped up to bat, I'd be lying here, defeated, and certainly NOT typing on this blog.  It would just be another thing that I had started and didn't keep up with. 

Thank you, Mikey, for knowing when I need the helping hand.  You have made my day come to such a better close than it was going to.   I love you very much.