We were out of town over the weekend. Over the proceeding 5 days, I managed to bill slightly over 50 hours at work. That means I was there well over 55 and away from home gone well over 60 over 5 days. Add in some sleep and I wasn't home much to do anything. It stinks.
So the grass is getting long and I've gotta get home to cut it. I planned to get home just before dark yesterday to get it done, but the skies were looking ominous. Then I get a call from Maria. She says, "I just wanted to let you know that it looked like rain soon, so I got the grass cut."
Wow. In the 4 1/2 years we've been homeowners, she's tried to start the mower maybe twice, without success. She's made it quite clear that she isn't interested in doing it and expects me to. I'm fine with that, after all I've made it clear that I have no interest in cooking and expect her to do that, and she obliges me.
Over the past 6 months my work schedule has been demanding, peaking in this month. She has not once complained or even so much as asked me when it will stop. She's just stood by me, rising to the challenge of effective single motherhood. I am the luckiest man alive.
Thanks Honey, I love you.
