I promise to keep this short. I just want to tell you and the rest of the world that I have the world's best husband.
Why make such declaration? What if you don't agree? This is me you see, and what I feel and believe is the truth for me. Therefore, he is the one. The best husband. There is.
Who looses a bulky Ipad2? No one right? Except when you are as, hmm.. how shall I put this mildly... dumb and careless like me. I hate myself. You should have seen me in the car sulking, hating every bit of me. Until now I am suffering.
Throughout this agony hubby was quiet. Pensive even. I was ranting and spilling all my guts out. I was toxic.
Then after he heard me whine, he said:
The husband: Let it go Love.
Me: That's it? Hate me please? I can't stand it.
The husband: This is a lesson learned for you. It's going to prevent you from loosing more valuable stuff in the future because now you know. And now, I can even think of so many reasons why it is a blessing that "we" lost the Ipad. For one, I will be less distracted (because of the games) so now I can spend more time playing with Eli.
Me: I am in anguish babe. Please hate me a little.
The husband: I can't hate you so let it go.
First of all, he said "we" when it was all completely my fault. Second, you should know that this is not the first time I lost something and yet he didn't reiterate that.
Now, you know (just from reading this blog) that I am bad at so many things. I am a worry wart. I talk way too much. I over analyze everything. I am tactless. And I loose so many freaking items (translation: burara).
How a person can love me in spite of all these is a mystery to me.
Bee, I love you, thank you for completely accepting me flaws and all. I promise I have learned my lesson.
PS: Real men change diapers. And that's you. That's why I am very proud of you. And sorry for everything.