My DH, the Saint
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I was down in Orange County unpacking my Mom’s kitchen after the house had been sprayed for termites last week, and she remarked that she could tell that I had lost weight (hooray!!!) AND then she said (seemingly apropos of nothing) “Your husband is a saint, I think”.
At which point I said something vastly intelligent like “Huh?”
Mind you, I was lugging a very heavy double-wrapped bag of canned food into her kitchen at the moment, but still, not my most brilliant repartee.
“Well,” she continued, “first you stopped smoking in November, and I know you weren’t all sweetness and light during that, and now you’re on this diet thing, this cardio-exercise-and-eating-les
s program, and I imagine you’re not a pleasure to be around for THAT either.”
That’s my Mom, though – always there with a word of…encouragement…mixed with criticism.
Well. She’s right, ya know – I haven’t been exactly purring like a contented kitty through this. And my hubby has been wonderfully supportive and sympathetic and patient.
He’s a keeper. I’m SUCH a lucky woman.