*let them know the wicked witch is dead*

somedays it is just that kind of day. today my bad mood followed me around very quietly. showing itself only in moments of unavoidable frustration. it was a very amicable bad mood if there is such a thing. but this is the precise mood that comes to a head at the worst possible time...when i get home from work. now, let me preface this with the fact that i am very good about announcing said bad mood. i will say things to ben like, "i'm gonna need a little extra room tonight because i am cranky" or "i'm in a bad mood and i can't help it" etc. i feel that that, in someway, excuses the crazy lady that takes over my body immediately after those disclaimers.

so, today was a weird day. full of frustration and a bad mood tapping lightly at my shoulder. so i get home, straighten up the dining room table, start some laundry, change our bedsheets, do the dishes (well, most of them), and pick up clothes and put them in the hamper. these are all things i wanted to do all day. while i was at work. frustrated. but i grumbled through each chore. making mean comments in my head as i went about things. in between said comments i would plead with myself, "self, please don't be in a bad mood when ben gets home." and not because i am some crazy housewife type who has to act all june cleaverish.

(and yes, i just made an adverb out of her name.)

but because the highlight of my day, my everyday, is whenever i can be with my husb. because we have a good time together. because he is my favorite person. etc. etc.

SO

i am dreading his homecoming and feeling the crazy lady in me surfacing when he comes through the door and all of a sudden the CRAZIEST thing of all happens...

i get happy. like REALLY happy. my crappy day/bad mood/crazy lady alternate persona melts away and i am my happy self. this is the power of love, my friends. this is the power of an incredibly handsome husband and his unending love for me. ME! and i am sooo thankful that it wasn't the kind of bad mood where all of that doesn't matter (yes, that kind does exist and it is ugly. it usually involves creating an argument about something that does not exist and then sleeping on opposite sides of the bed while scowling.) but today ended up being much better than i had hoped. AND i got lots of chorey things done so i have all kinds of time to think about fun posts. and all kinds of time to love on my husb :) what could be better?