I think I need to apologize for the multi-layered angst from the last post.
Sometimes, being in a caring profession and also trying to care for my husband and son and home and self can be pretty exhausting. Sometimes I just want someone to take care of me for a while.
Tonight, after we put the baby to bed Conan, in a fit of telepathy, sent me to Borders with strict instructions to not come home for an hour, cleaned the kitchen, dealt with the daycare forms, packed the lunches, and set the coffee pot up and turned on the timer.
He’s a good man, that Conan.