My husband is bucking for sainthood.
He has a new shift and is now working four ten hour days and gets three days off. Which is great because he always worked ten hour days anyway. But he rarely took three days off. So now he is home Sundays, Mondays and Tuesdays.
This week, knowing that I am under the gun with deadlines, agent requests, and new ideas, he basically relieved me from all duties. He cleaned the house, did all the laundry, and ran the children hither and thither. And as I said before, they go to hither and thither A LOT! Last night he even TRIED A NEW RECIPE. Lemon Chicken which turned out quite tasty.
This is most surprising because this is from a man who once fought the career (or dog's rear as he used to call it) tooth and nail. It made him nuts in the beginning that I could work so hard and not make a penny. I would get a stray check in the mail and he would say, "What are you up to now? Three cents an hour?"
A type A personality with OCD tendencies, he thought my time would be much better spent cleaning the toilet, the sink or the baseboards. (Don't judge him too harshly, you should see his DAD!)
"Oh ye of little faith!" I cried, while flipping him off. (Letting him know I was NOT his mother) I knew what I was doing. I could see the big picture while all he could see was a sink full of dishes.
This morning he told me that he railed against these changes because he still thought he could mold me the way he wanted me. Now he says I am stronger, more self assured, sexier and more authentcally me than he had ever imagined I could be and he thinks it is because of my writing. And he has fallen in love with me all over again. (I knew there was a reason for the Lemon Chicken!)
And I thought I had grown.