Can I just be real for a minute? I am literally one hundred percent obsessed with my husband. I am that wife. I am the wife that other wives make fun of because I cry if my husband goes out of town. I don’t enjoy being away from him. I look forward to 5:23pm every single day and I shamelessly stand at the front door with our baby and watch for his Jeep to roll down the street. I absolutely love him and he is my very best friend.
And just as much as I love and adore him, it is easy for me to get bored with him. Why? Because life. Seriously, life just has a way sucking the energy out of you with its mundane ways. My husband gets home at 5:23pm, kisses me 13 times, grabs the baby, and ushers me off to the gym. I get a good workout in, come home and finish making dinner just in time for our baby to go to bed, and then we eat dinner. We both have a million things on our minds, so our conversations are scattered and less intentional than we would prefer. Then we both have work to do because, well, we both own small businesses. And before we know it, my 9pm bedtime has rolled around (because I am actually 87). And just like that, our day is over….