I did my best to be happy cheerleader yesterday. I was home with my son as his asthma was flaring up and he had a fever. So I cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, sorted through and got rid of the stacks of paper on the counters, etc. until it was actually a nice, clean, "empty" (of crap) kitchen. Then I did the same to the dining room and the living room.
I think part of H's stress is to come home and see piles of anything stacking up b/c his mom and dad live that way. You almost need a machete to hack your way through the clutter in that house...
So anyway I also cleaned our bedroom up about 70% better than it was...Made dinner, had it in the oven and took a shower before H got home. Also had the kids bathed and in their jammies. (Oh yeah, and took care of a sick kid, got him to the doctor, picked up D2 from daycare, etc )
We had a pretty nice, calm evening. We each took one of the kids and read to them before putting them to bed. By 9:15 we had the kids in bed and could actually relax in a clean, non-stressful house. So what did we do? Crashed! Almost, anyway. I was hanging out half asleep on one couch and H on the other. He got up to check his blood pressure and it was 135/90 which isn't bad compared to where it has been. Then he said, "You are falling asleep, go to bed, I am coming to bed too."
So at 10 pm we were both in bed. Nothing exciting, just both in bed. And then this morning he kissed D goodbye and then kissed me goodbye too. So who knows? I am just going to be me and let him figure out him....
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