It all started when my husband noticed how fried I've been and surprised me by taking me to a hotel for a night. AND DROPPING ME OFF. ALONE. AND HANDING ME A ROOM KEY AND DRIVING AWAY WITH THE KIDS. When I got up to the room, there was a bottle of wine chilling, a People Magazine, and a card telling me to order room service and watch a movie. I promptly burst into some of the happiest tears of my life. I watched a movie he'd never watch with me, slept diagonally in the bed and still managed to wake up at all the times the kids usually do, but this time I could just chuckle to myself and go back to sleep. Damn, it was good. Later, I told him that leaving me alone in a hotel room was probably the single most romantic thing he's ever done.
To all three of my male readers, DO THIS FOR YOUR WIFE. To everyone else, leave this post up and out in a conspicuous place in your house where your husband will see it. Like, the bathroom. Trust me, for helping me put myself back together, this was the next best thing to a photofacial and a boob lift.