I think I should give my boy (man, husband, Scott) a hand, here on this blog. A big reason why I get through certain days, without totally loosing it, is him. He helps me with house work, taking care of Gillian, doesn't complain if I serve him mediocre food, doesn't complain if the house is a PIG STY, only gets mildly worried if he has no clean underwear & if I whine enough, he gives me a good massage in the evening.
One example - on his lunch break today, he washed dishes for me. See? He is an amazing husband. He already thinks that, I know. So, this is for everyone else to know. Since, he already knows.