Monday, February 16, 2009
I'm stressed out. And my life is not that stressful and I really shouldn't be stressed right now. My dear, wonderful husband whom I trust more than anyone else is taking my girls to the doctor (check-up on Ashley's hand) and the orthodontist (the next step in the teeth process). I'm usually the one who does the doctor trips. I had to give him directions to both because he had not been either place. He took his phone (I checked) and he's going to call immediately after he visits with the doctor so that he doesn't forget anything that she says. He offered several times to have me take them, but I didn't give in. I was determined to let him take them. He's taking them out to lunch afterwards for a Valentine's Day lunch. It didn't make sense for me to take them. And so, it's official, I'm a certified control freak.