Yesterday was awful. Like getting-the-cops-called-on-you-for-child-neglect-over-a-hat awful. I cried all day long making myself hyperventilate and throw up. I called The Viking about 73 times just to wail in his ear some more. He never once said he was too busy to talk to me and he took my calls every time (except the first time...because he'd locked his keys and his cell phone in his van and was waiting on a locksmith. He's forgiven). He never told me I was being unreasonable or histrionic. He just listened. He reminded me about 9032 that I'm a good Mom and that if DHS shows up at my door, they're going to realize within about 30 seconds that they're wasting their time. He repeated, "it's going to be okay babe" at least a million times. I was dazed and out of it and fuzzy and totally unable to concentrate on anything else all day. I forgot to take anything out of the freezer to make for supper. He brought home pizza. And a dozen pink roses. "Because they remind me of you", he said.
I'm going to keep that man for the rest of my life.