Me Too

Husband and I often make fun of couples that we see are clearly on their first date. It is not because we are jaded or down on that first date experience. It is just funny to us the things that people connect on as if they are the only people with those interests and that their getting together must be fate. Example, you like dessert...Me too! You like movies...Me too! You love your parents...Me too! While I am learning that the last one is not as common as I once thought, you have to admit that the novelty of first meeting is kind of funny.

Well, Husband and I are about to experience a rebirth of the "me too", but in a whole new way. It all started the other day when I woke up to a sink full of dishes, a living room full of toys, hampers full of dirty clothes, and a laundry room full of unfolded clean clothes. The refrigerator was stocked with old tupperware containers that needed to be emptied and there was no meal for my family to eat. Normally, I wake up, get both my kids ready, drop LoLo at school, take Suga to the store, buy food to cook for dinner for the week, come home, cook, put dishes in the dishwasher, put a load of laundry in the machine, do a toy sweep, try to do a couple of songs for Zumba, freshen up, get dressed, put clothes in the dryer, and walk out the house to drop off Suga and go to work, but not this day. I woke up that morning and realized that something was not right. Why in the world am I working before I go to work and why am I doing all this by myself? That is when it hit me that there was distinct imbalance in the work load and I was going to have to figure something out.

I started thinking about how hard Husband works, but realized I do too. I know he works 2 jobs, but Me too. I know that you have 2 kids, but Me Too. I know that you are tired when you get home, but ME Too. I know that you work with people who make you crazy, but ME TOO! You were so tired last night that you dozed off on the couch and dreamt that you were sleeping... me too! I know that you drive over an hour one way to get to work, but wait no you don't. That is just me.

The point is that things had to change or I was going to wind up bitter and single and anyone who remembers me single knows that it was not a good look and the last thing I need to add to that mix is two kids and bitterness. So I hired Merry Maids and while husband pouts about the cost he realized that things are much better now that I stopped shooting daggers at him with my eyes. Merry Maids helped keep my marriage together. Thanks, Merry Maids.

You love Merry Maids... ME TOO!