My Husband, My Hero

Following some of the advice I got yesterday, I told Hubby about his mother's e-mail and her big idea for a December visit while I'm at MLA. He saved my life!...Or, he at least saved my mind! I didn't even have to say a word. He simply said, "They just won't come. I'll have to talk to her."

Can you say "What a man? What a good husband?"

I was almost in tears as I started to explain the long list of reasons why such a visit would be worse than rolling in broken glass, but I didn't even get a full sentence out before he calmed me with his resolution. I told him how much I appreciated him having my back (especially considering what happened last time they visited**) and understanding why a visit at that time was a really, really bad idea. He also didn't appreciate the fact that she seemed completely inflexible, without giving any reason, about visiting at any other time, despite having the entire summer free from work.

Anyway, since he'll be flying back home next Thursday for his brother's wedding, he's going to take that opportunity to explain why any visit in December is simply not going to happen, as well as get a feel for why the hell they can't come any other time. He absolutely made my day yesterday, and I'm so thankful to have him as my husband!


**Note: I deleted the post for fear that one of his family members might find the link to this blog through my MySpace page and read it. Basically, Hubby and I had agreed on one thing before his parents visited, then, when they got here, he totally threw me under the bus and did *precisely* the thing we said we weren't going to do: cater to their every whim.