My Patient Husband has a sweet, romantic side. Friday morning I awoke to a love note at the breakfast table.
The reason we’re moving out of Angeltown is to get closer to his job. With his current monster commute, he has to awaken at 4:30AM and be out the door by about 5:15AM. He comes back home between 5:30 and 6:30pm. This is a brutal schedule, and he doesn’t have as much time with the kids or with me as we’d like.
Because of this, sometimes he leaves me love notes. I’m not a roses-and-diamonds kind of gal, but they’re very sweet, and I used to save them all in my journal.
It was special that he thought about me now because I know he’s under a lot of tension. We’re completely stressed about the move out of Angeltown. The packing, the money, the logistics, the new schools, changing email addresses, and so on.
The new house is going to be on a private septic system and a private well rather than public water and public sewer. This concerns me: at Casa Philangelus, we do 14 loads of laundry a week during the wintertime (and about 9 a week during the summer; you wouldn’t think long sleeves and pant legs would make that much of a difference, but they do.)
I’m unsure if a septic system can take that kind of punishment, so I’ve been lusting after those ultra high-efficiency washing machines that do a load of 18 jeans and a king-sized comforter in only five ounces of water. I wasn’t entirely kidding when I joked about switching to cloth diapers to see what the washing machine “could really do.” That was the point when I took over all the laundry duties for the family, and I kind of think of the laundry room as my kingdom. It’s pathetic, but hey, at least I’m the reigning monarch somewhere in my own life.
The sellers of the dream house are taking the washer and dryer with them, so we’ll need new ones. But there’s a downside: those high-efficiency washing machines cost half the earth the last time I checked.
Friday morning, at my breakfast plate, I found that my Patient Husband had left me the sweetest, tenderest message he could have. It was an ad for washing machines from Lowe’s.
Super high-efficiency ones. They even come in red.
**sniff** He loves me.