P.S. you're welcome

I've started about ten different posts in my head, and I'm still not sure which direction I am going to take this one. My heart feels bombarded with emotions. I'm just feeling so much. I am mad. I am so mad that  my husband comes home to fresh out of the oven sugar cookies and instead of being thankful for that, he says "I would've liked to eat one with frosting". Frosting? You want frosting?!? Are you *&#@#& kidding me? You try getting up with our son, get breakfast going, squeeze in a shower, save our Christmas tree from getting pulled down, get Brody down for a nap, prepare the dough, roll it out and cut out shapes and then start thinking about lunch and tell me when, during all that did I have time to get frosting on! Frosting?

I guess what I am trying to get at is that I LOVE my husband. But sometimes I feel like he stops appreciating and starts expecting. And I am just as guilty of it too. Once things start being expected, I want to do them less. Appreciation will get you a lot farther I promise. Because with appreciation you feel worth. Appreciation feels like love.  Expectation feels like I am doing job for you. So I guess I'll take a check and then you can get your frosting. I am not making the cookies because I love to bake day in and day out. I am making the cookies because I know sugar cookies are one of the only sweets you like to eat, and I like to see that little boy smile when you eat one with milk. Dear husband, please I beg you, appreciate me. Appreciate that your clothes get washed and dried and put away without you lifting a finger; without you asking. Appreciate that the towels are straight and the bathroom is clean. Appreciate that I have dinner ready when you get home at the end of a long cold day. Appreciate that I get Brody bathed and ready for bed so that when you get home dog tired from doing snow removal all day, all you have to do is read him a story and kiss him goodnight. You are tired, I know, but he always needs love from his daddy. Appreciate that stuff. I know it's easy to start expecting things when you are use to them getting done all the time. But I need to be appreciated. Tell me thank you. Make a comment about having an empty laundry basket. Please. The work you and I do is completely different. You do a lot of physical work. I do a lot of emotional work. I mean, I basically run on emotion. When I feel love, I feel complete. Love me.

P.S You're Welcome