Got an e-mail from the intern husband today, in the middle of the worst week yet of internship (hours wise). We've been like two ships passing in the night in our house since this past Sunday. E-mail says:
"I am thinking of you and all that you do for our family. I'm sorry you get the short end of the stick all the time. I love you."
Ahh. Just to be acknowledged for raising the kid/taking the trash out/paying the bills/walking the dog/doing the laundry feels pretty darn good.
I think I'll keep him around.
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