Why I love Jay October 17, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Dr. Jay , trackbackI have been very tired as of late. So tired that I have been crashing asleep before any nighttime "fun" can happen.
And I feel terrible about this. Poor Jay has to put up with me. He’s put up with my depression. He’s managed to put up with my OCD, he even let me buy a coffee pot that turns itself off so I wouldn’t panic about turning it off.
He puts up with my wild parenting theories. He deals with my arachnophobia. He even leaves chalk outlines.
He only sometimes mentions that I eat the maraschino cherries out of the jar. He sometimes tells me that I don’t empty the lint filter in the dryer and then he sees I do it, he tells me he notices. He buys me cool surprise gifts when I am not expecting them.
He will tell me when I look good, he is honest when I ask if I am gaining weight. He helps me when I try to be healthy.
He is calm and understanding of my many character flaws and he puts up with mom.
And for all of these things, I love him
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Sounds like a really sweet guy you have there.