He’s been being nice. Or, maybe I should say, helpful.
You know, washing the dishes, taking out the trash, making dinner.
(There is more I could add to both of those sentences, but I just too tired tonight. I’ll try to write more about them in a day or two.)
Tonight after work, I went to yoga class. (More on that later, too.)
And then I went grocery shopping. I went to three different stores. They’re all on the same road home, so it’s not too bad, but, still, I was cold and tired by the time I got home.
As I was driving home, I was thinking, he’s been trying to be helpful recently – he’ll bring in the groceries for me! All I have to do is take a hot shower and get into bed. (More on that one later, also!)
He didn’t come into the kitchen to greet me and offer to help and when I went into the bedroom to set down my purse and my gym bag, he said …
“Can you bring in the groceries? I just got out of the shower.”
Gets me every time.