What a man...

...what a man what a man what a mighty good man.

This guy gets major props, points, get-out-of-jail-free cards, IOUs.. pick your poison, he's earned it.

After a trying day, he came through big time.

Maybe it started with my sobbing phone call that came before 1pm.  I'm sure he was thinking something along the lines of, "Um, there's a lot of day left, isn't this a little early to be losing it?" Of course he didn't say that, and instead listened patiently.

Or maybe it's that he knows that yesterday was just an outpouring of months of frustration building.  Not with Addison - no way.  I still think and know that she's the best baby ever to grace the planet.  It's  frustration with myself and with feelings of failure, which is a whole other can of worms I know God is working on in me.

Add to that frustration the growing pile of grading and end-of-semester tasks that weren't getting done because of a wide-awake child, and a dirty house that for some reason won't clean itself.

He did what any reasonable man would do:

He laughed about checking out at Kroger and said if anyone asked, he would respond with "Isn't it obvious?  Wife had a bad day."  Instantly the cares of the day melted away.  Addie was in bed, the sun was shining (It was only 5:30 mind you), and indulgence awaited.

And this morning?  He suggested that he'd watch her and that I should get out for a nice long run by myself.  It was glorious.  I'm feeling recharged and ready for today, which is good since she went down an hour and half late for her first nap, and slept for exactly 32 minutes and is now upstairs talking up a storm.  Sweet!  Bring it on!  We can do this!

Thanks Danny, you're the best.