Yesterday I wasn't in the greatest of moods, I hadn't slept more than 5hrs for 3 nights, my husband hadn't been home for 3 days and I was running behind on writing a 10-12 page paper on terrorism and the kids were having another snow day 😔. I wasn't a happy camper. When hubs came home, I was trying to put baby to sleep, while doing some research. He and the kids decided to do a little workout and asked me if I wanted to join in. I, half asleep, eyes barely open, glued to the computer screen, with a baby on my tit, said "do I look like I'm interested in working out?" he immediately got upset and said, "ok whatever, you said you wanted to start working out, so I was just trying to get you started"..we didn't say anything else to each other after that. I put my headphones on, gave the baby to my daughter and kinda zoned everything out. I didn't even notice when he left for the store or when he came back. My 5yr old came in all excited, asking me to come to the dining room. I followed, only to find a bouquet of white and pink roses, at my spot at the dining table. Hubs and I weren't really too talkative because I was unnecessarily ugly earlier, so instead of giving them to me, he left them on the table and sent our son in to get me. He even gave the girls a single rose each. Later on that night, I asked him about it and he said while he was at work for 3 days, missing us, he thought to get me roses when he got home, to show that he's always thinking of me and that he appreciates me holding down the fort on my own, while he's away. I couldnt help but love him in that moment. I apologized for being snappy and we made up with a long, passionate kiss, then I slept for a grand total of 2hrs 😂...in his arms.