The mister is still working heaps. I'm still irritated that we don't have our weekends together BUT he has cut down his hours so at least I see him for more than an hour on the weekends. Plus I'm not sick anymore so it's not a massive deal looking after Lufflump. Wow I sound like a babysitter rather than a mother. Bad mother.
Anyway, last night I was thinking that the mister does SO much for me yet he hardly does anything for himself and he deserves SO much. I told him we were going into the city for a pampering day. Me to get a manicure and my eyebrows done and him to have a massage. He didn't want a massage, he'd rather shop. What is it with guys and pampering? So we headed into the city for a city day.
I got my eyebrows done at Benefit Cosmetics. While they are darker and thicker than I'm used to, I like them. The girls were lovely too which always makes it a better experience. I also got two maternity bras, a Jim Morrison (male) shirt and an awesome singlet with built in bra. The mister got a shirt and awesome headphones. We also had a delicious lunch at a restaurant we love. The first time we went there we sat at these half tables and I knocked my whole lunch off the table onto the floor. At the time the mister and I were having a conversation about similar experiences where we both thought the customer should have to pay for another meal/drink. The staff were amazing and quickly brought out another meal which they gave to us for free. We are now loyal customers. One shitty thing did happen; I finally got the balls to get snake bites (piercings on both sides of my bottom lip), after fifteen minutes of talking it out with the piercer I remembered I was pregnant. Of course that means they can't do them so now I have seven months until I can get my balls back. Dammit!
|Ignore the dirty mirror and check out those pregnancy boobies!|
The day wasn't made wonderful by what we bought or paid for. It was wonderful for me because it felt like we weren't parents, we were a couple again. Today I fell more in love with my wonderful man. He didn't get pampered or feel like a king like he deserves, so I asked him what would make him feel like a king. The simple things obviously, he wanted the house back in order. So I've spent all afternoon and night doing just that for him. I even did the shitty jobs like taking the rubbish out and organising the bills.
I can't wait till he comes home. My king can relax tomorrow before he embarks on an eleven hour shift.