Proof that my husband loves me. Knowing how perpetually behind I’ve been feeling, and how much it would mean to me, he scrubbed the entire house while I was gone.
Our computer was also overtaken by viruses, AGAIN, so in between parenting all by himself, dealing with the usual 24 hour a day work calls, and scrubbing the house, he fixed the computer up so that I wouldn’t have to melt down without it when I got back.
And his cleaning was so thorough that he even cleaned the places that never get cleaned, like the floor of my studio. Now Atti won’t come out covered in glitter and stray fabric bits when he plays in there.
He spoils me, I know it.