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Dinner

I am lucky to have a husband who will help out with the cooking and housework. He will make me breakfast (it may be the afternoon, but who cares). He will go outside in the freezing early snowy morning and shovel me a path and start the truck and get it cleaned up. Although, he doesn't when the car is working (hmmm). When talking to a co-worker, I realize that I am lucky. I feel lucky for other reasons also. But; I do have to put up with a couple of things that other women will not put up with. We can't have everything, I guess. But, I feel like the important things in life are right.

Today, after my husband got the truck ready for me for work this morning, he put the ingredients together in the crockpot for a chili. (Which he was supposed to do yesterday, oh well). He also made his signature desert: Hershey's Perfectly Chocolate Chocolate Cake. The chili was ready when I got home from work. I did clean up and do dishes, though. We can't have everything.

Now the day was far from perfect. Work was crazy. More paperwork was thrown at us and the office was just amass with papers that had no home to go to. It's more overwhelming everyday. But, I am thankful that I don't have to go home and clean and cook. There most certainly is things to do; but I don't feel like I HAVE to. I used to feel that way. Thank God that I am wiser now. If I don't want to do something, I won't and don't get any crap for it. Although, I get overwhelmed with being a taxi driver to the family. I do believe that the family has gotten the message on that one.

This is my life. And, I will enjoy it before it's too late.

Update: A few days after posting this, my "sometimes wonderful" husband royally pissed me off! Again. I told you I have to deal with some stuff that others don't. Well this issue was one of them. I also have been living with no kitchen for around 3 years. So, yeah. Some things are great. Others are not.

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