The Hubby noticed how stressed I was over work so he suggested that I got in to work early this past Wednesday morning and that he would take care of The Girls. Awesome Hubby, right?
7:30am comes, I’m ready to leave, I give huge kisses to The Girls – big enough to make them cry (I tend to go overboard) – and I walk right out the door. I am sitting in the subway, reading Eat Pray Love and Liz is describing the dissolving of her marriage and lying on the bathroom floor sobbing…and it hit me: I forgot to kiss my husband on the way out this morning. UGH. I felt horrible, couldn’t stop thinking about it. Did he notice? Am I neglecting my husband like Liz did? OH GOD. So, I called him as soon as I got out of the subway. He did notice. I get a big “F”.
At least I kissed The Girls, though. I do get an “A” for that, right?!?