Last night I crawled into bed feeling thoroughly depleted of energy. "We just had too many dang kids" I said (with a loving lilt in my tone, because I wouldn't trade a single one of them).
After that, I proceded to unload about some of the events that made up my day, none of which included my husband (which is why it felt that much better to be dumping my Mack truck full of stuff onto his side of the bed). He's a patient man. He listened, and then I pleaded for him to throw some tranquil words my way. "I just need to feel at peace," I explained.
He didn't respond, so I imagined he was at a loss. I attempted to lay it out there for him by saying "I just need some calming words. You know, like aroma therapy for the soul."
He came right back with "Would you like to smell my armpits?"
I was speechless.
Then he said "That was the first aroma that came to mind."