I am a 44 year old woman, married for 15 years. We have two daughters 3 and 8. I work part time as a special needs counselor, and my husband works overnight at a hotel. Our 3 year old is not in day care. Between the two of us we watch the baby.
I am very good at complaining about what my husband does not do: take out the trash, wash dishes, cook, blah blah blah.
One day I was at the end of my rope with my 3 year old's whining. She had whined from the moment we got up, on the ride to my other daughter's school, and continued at home. My husband was preparing for bed, and I told him I was about to lose it. Nothing would calm her. My husband suddenly came to her and said: "Guess what? Handy Manny and his tools called and said they missed you. They want you to come and watch the show. Let's go get your hammer and watch the show." She stopped whining, said, "OK, Daddy." And clutching her tool, she laid down with dad and watched her show. I was so filled with love for my husband at that moment, I wanted to jump his bones! I had something so special - I was totally appreciative of him. I love you Ricardo.
D.
