So I have my cover letter, statements, stories and testimonies from many out there in Blog Land, and my conclusion. I of course pointed out to my husband, that I know he will most likely find it extremely difficult to find faults with yours truly, but that I am sure together we could figure something out. (Man, that was difficult for even me to type out.) If you knew me, you'd be rolling your eyes too. Even friends of ours have generously offered to Take Me In Hand over the years. Others have just given me that tight -teethed smile and out stretched arms and hands that were in headed in the general direction of my neck.
Ah yes, and now the timing. Well he is not working today, and the kids are at school, but I really don't want to be around while he reads this War and Peace sized document. I think right before bed I will throw it at him, and go seek shelter under my duvet. How is that for excellent communication skills?
Who knows, if he actually agrees to this, that may be that last thing I will ever be able to throw in his general direction.
Wish me luck. And by luck I mean that I can figure out the right amount booze to pour down my gullet that will give me the courage to continue, but not too much that I don't sleep well.