I LOVE WHEN
I drink too much, and my husband talks me down from the I’m-so-drunk-and-my-hangover-tomorrow-is-going-to-be-pure-misery cliff while feeding me oyster crackers in bed.
I drink too much the night before, and my husband brings me tea and a freshly baked [!] muffin dripping with melted butter in bed so I can online shop free from headache-worsening, high-pitched children’s voices.
I drink too much the night before, and my husband brings me a smoothie while I’m “working” (puttering) in the garden.
I drink too much the night before, and my husband wrestles the kids into their naps, leaving me free to once again treat my hangover with online shopping.
I drink too much the night before, and when I look at the clock it’s 6:55PM, and my husband takes the kids to bed.
I drink too much the night before and my husband makes meatball subs for dinner.
True love is letting your partner wallow in her hungover uselessness (and intermittently providing snacks) while you do literally everything else.
