My husband has always been a very helpful one. He likes to cook, so when he can, he does. He likes a clean house, so he frequently pitches in to help make it that way. He loves his kids, so he helps entertain them all the time.
But lately as you know, I haven't been feeling myself, and my husband has had to do a WHOLE. LOT. MORE.
In the last two months:
He's done more cooking than me.
He's done more dishes than me.
He's done more real, involved entertaining the kids than me.
He's done ALL the grocery shopping. (I may have grabbed milk at thorntons once or twice)
He encouraged me to hire out the ironing.
And through all of that, he hasn't once made me to feel bad or guilty about having to rely on him so much more. That's not to say I haven't FELT those things from time to time, but not because of him. He is my rock. :)
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