an open letter to my husband

honey, i love you.
it means so much to me that you work all day so that ky and i can stay home.
you will never come close to understanding how much i appreciate that.
so today i let you sleep in. and ky jumped in bed with you and you fell back asleep. and to see the two of you cuddled up together makes me sort-of teary-eyed because i love you both so much.

but it's eleven o'clock. and playhouse disney is still on because i didn't realize that i could shut it off since ky went back to bed and having the theme songs running through my head is a daily occurrence anyway.

but i'm too busy to notice because i'm tired and i'm frantically scrubbing the nasty dishes that you forgot to rinse out before you went to bed before someone unexpectedly comes over to visit.. it really was sweet of you to make strawberry-oreo milkshakes for us. and i think it's cute that you have such an uncontrollable addiction to chips and salsa.

but to let tomatoes rot overnight in the sink with strawberry-cookie soup is disgusting and makes our kitchen reek like a landfill.

i love you. i hope you enjoy your sunday mornings as much as i do.

love,
your wife.