It's all quiet on the home front for the last few days. It makes me nervous. I got home from work, and the house was clean...like really clean. Like cleaner than I left it.
My wonderfully pleasant husband kissed me and asked how my day went. The obstinate, needy, ridiculous man I came home to every day last week has transmogrified into a caring, helpful partner. He didn't ask for money or my stuff.
We talked and laughed and had dinner together. Things seem sort of normal. We watched a movie and laughed a lot. I talked on the phone with Long Vowels, and he only had a mild temper tantrum about it. He's eating his midnight snack now and letting me blog without whining.
I have to remember this when I find him unbearable.