Wrong With My Head

The hubster is great with poorly times/phrased comments.

For instance, when my water broke with our first child and I called him at work to tell him. He said, “are you sure you didn’t have an accident? ” Oh, it gets better! He was with me when my water broke with our second baby. Walking the hallways in the hospital, water goes swoosh, with him right besides me. And he asks me the same thing!!

Some of the other examples running thru my head made me pretty mad, so I won’t share those. Tonight though, I told him I was going to perm my hair. When he left to go pick up a kiddo, he knew I was putting curlers in my hair. But, when got back home and walked in, he asked, “what’s wrong with your head?! ” Oh boy, I don’t get too upset any more. And he corrects himself a lot quicker now a days.

Tonight I am thankful that for all the ill-timed comments, the hubster does get some right some times. Like when we were dating and I was in the hospital with my neck swollen, dark circles under my eyes, drooling, and snoring; and he told me that I was beautiful. 😊 Yeah, he gets it right sometimes, thankfully. ❤