I watched an episode of Oprah yesterday about Why Men Cheat. I didn’t think any real revelations came out of it but one of the things mentioned was that men often cheated because they were feeling underappreciated at home.
After I finished choking on my dinner, I thought about it. I think we’re all guilty of this (men and women). Sometimes Jeremy will do my laundry and I’ll look at it and say, “You folded all my shirts wrong.” (just for the record – he does! He folds shirts in a way that the front of the shirt doesn’t sit on top. It is very strange)
But I think I’m pretty good about being a thoughtful spouse. I make cookies, I do the laundry, I make him special meals…
So anywho – I’ve been mocked for the love monkey. But you know what? With Jeremy in school and both of us working all day, I don’t get a chance to really spend physical time with him Monday-Thursday. That’s the majority of the week for you non-math majors.
This Love Monkey? It’s just a sweet gesture that I’ve dorkily come to love and appreciate.
This is what I came home to on Tuesday.
And this is what I came home to yesterday:
I don’t know what else this Love Monkey can do… but I have a feeling he was placed in front of the TV because the dogs keep chewing pieces of him off.
Apparently the dogs think we’re huge nerds for communicating through a stuffed toy too.