Hubby came home early last night — much earlier than normal.
I was almost worried when I saw him walk in . . . until I saw the roses (or “fwowers” as the Little Lady called them) in his hand.
Go ahead and think it: “Awwwww! He brought her flowers!!!“
Now, let’s discuss the back story behind these flowers.
Hubby sometimes, let’s make that RARELY, a “bring home flowers” type of guy. He does it once in a great while. The last time was months ago and was, of course, documented on the ol’ blog. 😉
Tonight’s flowers were deliberately given — and not just for a “I love you; you’re a great wife” kind of reason. Nope. The roses were given for a “I’m sorry I kept your pregnant self up till two o’clock in the morning” kind of reason. Wait — not a “kind of reason.” That WAS the reason.
Yes, my hubby kept me up till after two am Sunday night. AFTER TWO AM!!!!!!!! Did he know how tired I am these days? Did he know that I have to go to bed by 9 pm these days? Did he know that fatigue is even keeping me from being the daily blogger I was once . . . these days????
Yes. Yes, he knows. But, hubby wanted homemade cinnamon rolls.
That’s right — I was up till after 2:30 am all because two dozen stinkin’ cinnamon rolls.
Why did I offer to make them if they were going to take so long????
I DIDN’T OFFER!!!! In fact, HUBBY was the one who started the whole yeasty process. He’s been crying for homemade rolls for years, but I haven’t made them because they take over six hours. Last night, hubby decided he would make the rolls himself.
But, by 11:30, he was done. Not done with making the rolls, but done with his commitment to finishing his project. He was tired. He was ready for bed. He had to “work” the next morning, while I (and I quote) “would have a good chance of taking a nap later.”
I was NOT happy, but I also knew that what he said was true. Begrudgingly and (yes) rather hatefully, I told him to go to bed.
He rewarded me with Roses, telling me that I deserved them for staying up late so that he could sleep AND have cinnamon rolls.
I didn’t disagree with him.
Now. . . if I work his guilt into a couple of boxes of Godiva chocolate. The baby has been craving those lately.
