You cooked dinner today, it was a small gesture, but at the end of a long week, it was something I really appreciated.
I came home from work with blinders on, after six days straight, (4 of them being 12 hour shifts) even though I only worked 5 hours today, I was kind of out of it. I walk through the house with my eyes half shut and stumbled to the bedroom. I sat down for about ten minutes and then remembered we had no food and we needed to do the big shop today, so you wouldn’t have been able to go to the supermarket on your own (as you can’t drive). I jumped up – the quicker we get this over with, the quicker I can get my fat pants on. (haha!)
We dawdled around the centre, we always do, we managed to do the big shop in under an hour – we actually made pretty good time. You put the groceries away when we got home and I walked towards the bedroom…
As I got closer to the bedroom I noticed, the floors had been vacuumed and mopped, there was a bunch of freshly washed linen on the bed (which meant you found the stash of dirty clothes I thrown under the table to sort out next week). The ironing was done and back in the closet. The shower had been scrubbed and the dishes were done. I may have gone to work today, but you stayed home and worked just as hard, so that when I finally did make it home I could just relax.
You got in the kitchen and cooked the best stir fry and it was even more delicious knowing all I had to do was wash the bowl, which you stole and did as well.
It may have been a small gesture, but giving me my weekend was wonderful – Thank you for making sure that tonight I get to sit down with a glass of wine, Green Wing and my knitting. You’re the best!