A fine day
I cleaned and organized all day.
I scrubbed the kitchen top to bottom.
The hurricane that usually greets my husband when he gets home was cleaned up before he walked in the door.
I made sure I still had make up on when he walked in that door.
I prepared a nicer than usual dinner.
After the boys were tucked in bed we laid on the couch and watched How I Met Your Mother reruns.
And it was nice.
Because being a mom rocks. Best job ever.
But being a wife?
That's pretty good, too.