Contentment

For the last few weeks, I have noticed a marked increase in the contentedness of myself and my hubby. I attribute this warm, fuzzy feeling to the fact that after weeks of doing all of my household chores, my husband has found a new appreciation for all that I do for us in general and for him specifically.

The first few weeks after my surgery, I was unable to perform even the most basic household task, such as pouring myself a bowl of cereal or washing said bowl after eating. No longer was I picking up after myself and I certainly was unable to pick up after him. Coincidentally, the “dish fairy’ was absent from our household, no longer available to spirit dirty glasses and plates from the living room and den to the kitchen (where she kindly loaded the dishwasher and put the clean plates away). Hubby was on his own for several weeks, and he actually commented that it was hard to do his job and mine. (He would rather stick to his job.)

Not that I haven’t felt appreciated in the past, but it’s nice to hear the gratitude out loud every once in a while. After 21 years, I think I was due.