I've been a bit moody lately since I'm starting to wean the kidlet. My hormones are raging and I don't have the greatest self control in the best of times... so you can imagine.
Lob on the insane work stress and I'm just a ball of fun to have around.
It's not like I'm out slicing tires or beating up neighborhood kids...yet... but I'm not on Santa's 'nice' list either.
Throughout this, hubsters has been his usual self. Kind, caring, tender, loving, sweet.
In a brief moment of clarity...very brief... I asked him why he stayed with me when I'm crazy.
He hugged me and said he loved me through thick and thin and proceeded to buy me dinner from my very favorite fast food mexican joint.
Based on his reaction, all I have to say is this...