Kymri is teething. Hardcore. So my days and nights are currently a blur of screaming, comfort nursing, and tears. Hers and mine. Mainly I just wish I could help her feel better, but nothing is working all that well. Poor thing.
Needless to say, I'm not exactly the most wonderful wife at the end of the day. Actually, I'm not even sort of fun. Testy is the word I've chosen to describe my current state. Tonight I might even say super testy.
But this guy. Man, is he great.
He played with Kymri for an hour while I just detoxed from hours of screaming.
He did the dishes.
He gave me a back rub.
He canceled my appointment to fix our car windshield and rescheduled for his only spare bit of free time so I didn't have to go.
He told me I looked great, even when I know I was a disaster.
He sat with me and chatted about whatever I wanted to.
And now I'm doing better.
It's the little things.