Greatest Husband in the World

I have the greatest husband in the world, officially. Not once, but twice this week our afternoons went as thus, Jack went for a nap and for that 1.5 to 2.5 hours I tidied, watched tv, cooked, whatever I felt like. Then Jack woke up and Branden took the reigns and I walked down to the bedroom and napped, napped, napped, while Branden on his holiday week changed several poopy diapers, shovelled food in a screaming face, kept that screaming face from screaming too loudly as not to wake me up and bathed a dirty boy. It was wonderful, two magnificent afternoons of relaxation and napping. I adore my husband.