He Stays

David gave Jack a squirt bottle. They are currently spraying and wiping the very tall windows in the front of our house. I figure I have about five minutes before Jack decides it's more fun to use the squirt bottle to shoot water into Daddy and Molly's eyes, Daddy takes it away, Jack starts screaming, Molly starts crying, and Mommy has to intervene. Five minutes isn't very much time. Luckily, I don't have much to say.

This weekend was hard.

David and I fought, made up, fought again, made up, talked, cried, yelled, talked some more, made up, were finally able to go on a well-needed date night, laughed, debated, flirted, kissed, laughed some more, talked, talked, talked blissfully, kissed, kissed, kissed tenderly, figured some important things out, went home, took care of the kids, got them to bed, got ourselves to bed, got up the next morning and... fought some more.

*Big Sigh Inserted Here*

Luckily, five minutes later we were laughing about that last fight. Laughing about the whole weekend. A good date night can do that for you, put things into perspective, remind you that it does not always have to be so hard. Even when it is.

It only took us five minutes to get it together after that last fight. I think that's progress. Five minutes is not that much time.I would know. My five minutes is up.

I think I need to go rescue my husband, now. It's the least I can do for the man who is continuously rescuing me.