There are a lot of great things about being a mommy.
But there are a lot of hard things too. And today was just one of those days. A very hard day, though it had its bright spots. But this evening as I was getting ready for bed, I was definitely playing the martyr. I was playing the martyr so well, I was a shoe-in for the Golden Globe. And, because I don’t fight fair, I hadn’t told Jordan about any of this. Because if I’m going to be a martyr, I’m going to be such a martyr that everyone else should automatically notice how self-less and giving and martyr-ish I am (though that actually couldn’t be further from the truth).
But without me saying anything to Jordan, other than in my head, he came in and said those magic words:
“Do you want some Dairy Queen?”
Truly, he read me like a book.