To my dear, amazing, spectacular husband,
I know I’m a difficult person to live with. I’m moody, a dreadful housekeeper, an often reluctant cook despite a love of cooking and a genuine flair for it. I’m a selfish and mercurial lover, I yell at the children, and most importantly, I have sleep problems.
Since the night we brought our twins home from the hospital, you’ve been aware that any and all problems that arise in the middle of the night would be your responsibility.
It’s a particularly cruel joke that I come to a point of half-consciousness where I can hear children crying, but not function enough to, say, put vomit covered sheets into the wash.
And so, when the hatches are battened down, when the snow is falling and the furnace is blaring, when the child who only nibbled at her dinner is still asleep and the one with no sign at all of nascent illness is standing at my bedside with puke in her hair (and all over her headgear to boot), and you have only a few short hours before the time comes for you to wake up and trudge through the snow for your commute to the city, it’s up to you to be the adult.
I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.
And when you’re up with our sick child long enough that you decide to call into work, to take a sick day so you can take extra time in digging out our driveway and doing load after load of vomit laundry, it’s probably hard for you to believe me when I say this:
You are so damn sexy. You are the sexiest man alive. You, with your mustache crusted in crystalized snow snot and your clothes vaguely smelling of regurgitated curry (because of course I made curry for dinner last night), you rock my damn world. You are my Adonis, my Paris, the glorious Narcissus to my Echo.
I love you. I adore you.
Thank you for being the captain of our late night voyages. Thank you for being my partner and co-parent. Thank you for putting up with all this shit.
Read more about me and Mike here: Sometimes When Somebody Loves You
Read my most recent post here: Way Past Time for Healthcare Reform, or, The Whole Damn System is Broken
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