I ran into a dilemma.
You see, as I sat down to type this amazingly wonderful post on a delicious new soup recipe, I received a phone call.
From my hunny-bunny.
My baby Daddy.
During this phone call, he kindly reminded me that tonight would be a good night to make a pot of tea, bust out some ice-cream, and watch a crime drama on Netflix.
That means that instead of choosing paint colors for our office, sweeping, laundry, and yes, even blogging, I need to prepare for an in-home-date-night with my main man.
And although I do love my blog, dearly, it sure ain't no husband.
Unless this blog has the ability to help my raise my child. And snuggle me in a cold bed.
No? Didn't think so.
You see, to have a husband that comes home every night and actually wants to spend time with me is a beautiful thing. A thing that shan't (there's that word again…) be taken for granted. I want him to feel blessed when he comes home. I want to hear about his day and listen to his stories. I want him to eat the dinner I have prepared and have him tell me that he loves it (no matter what it is or if he really does!). Then, I want to put on my flannel pajamas that are two sizes too large, my teeshirt that is full of holes, my slippers that look like mangled fuzz, and sit…on my cozy couch…
And drink earl grey tea with a teaspoon of honey.
And watch a crime-drama that will scare me so I won't be able to sleep.
And spend time with the most important person in the world.
Therefore, I must bid you farewell.
So…that's the end.
I'll see you tomorrow. Er, talk to you tomorrow. Er, type to you tomorrow.
Please be more productive with your time than I am being right now by typing this.
Go make your husband some dinner or something. Do laundry. Paint your office. Sweep your floor. There is stuff to do, people.