Right now I am so tired, and I can't stop thinking about the things I'll have to do this evening to prepare us for the move. It feels like I'm on the last mile of a race, and my legs are starting to give out even though the finish line is just a few steps further.
Honeybun has been a Godsend. Yesterday he did SO much cleaning and chores before I got home. When he saw the state of me when I got home from work last night, he immediately told me to relax:
"Sit down, babe. I'm going to go get a pizza."
I told him not to worry about it - that I could whip up dinner in 30 minutes.
"You had an exhausting day. I can tell. Just relax and I'll be right back!" and he was off before I could offer again to cook.
When he returned, he admitted that he did everything so we could spend time together and make me relax. He knows this move has been tough on me, and he wants to do what he can to take some of the load.
He can be a pain in the ass, but I love this man.