How I know that hubby must love me way more than I deserve?
I called him this afternoon, shortly after 3 pm, right after getting off the phone with the plumber:
Me: Would you like to go to IKEA this evening?
Hubby *sighs*: No, not really...
Me: Well, this was actually a more rethorical question, because we have to go. The bathrooms are being installed tomorrow morning and they agreed to install the sink we picked along with the under-sink cabinet since they're already there. But it has to be there tomorrow morning by 9 am.
Hubby: Ok, I'll pick you up around 4:30...
And besides being booty-called to IKEA and having to stroll the entire place (because there is no direct way into the bathroom section), he still had the patience to sit down and put together the cabinet with me until almost 10 pm tonight.
Indeed, this guy must love me. Do I deserve it? I don't think so. But I take it anyways :-) Have a great start into this new week, everyone!