Today is the day. The day Mr. Man comes home.
Laying in bed at 7am just waiting for a phone call to pick him up. The phone call did not come :/ My mind started thinking that something must have not gone as planned, so I rolled over to go back to sleep.
9:00am I woke up and shuffled my way to the bathroom. Again, wondered why not a telephone call. Thought I should put phone time on the phone so he can call and tell me what went wrong.
No sooner did I crawl back into bed, I got the phone call to pick him up. P.J., bed ead, and morning breathe, running out the door to be there in minutes.
Really wished I would have considered brushing my hair and teeth.
I picked him up and we were running errands. First to check on the car that was in the shop, then to his office. He wanted to go to a certain barbershop. I am so glad that they were closed. I pratically begged to go home so I could at least get dressed and ready for the day.
Once dressed, I made some juice. Then out the door we went. Mission: Haircut. Most barbershops that cut African American men’s hair are not normally open on Sundays. We searched high and low. Thank goodness a friend of ours had his barber on speed dial. :)
The long, gray braids are finaly gone. Well, the braids are at least. He is comfortable with his gray. I have been asking him to cut his hair into a fade for the past two years. No matter how much you dye your hair, you cannot make the gray act right. The gray always escaped the braids and gave him a fuzzy look.
We ran a few more errands before pit-stopping for a bite to eat: Benihana’s Chef Special was calling our name.
A few more stops to visit with friends and we were finally headed home at 8:30pm. I couldn’t wait to get our bed made and climb into it. My behind was so sore from driving and sitting, you would thought I went to the gym and worked out.
Mr. Man helped make the bed and fold laundry. It is the little things that count. That small gesture of help was like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. Team work sure beats doing everything alone.
Love this man.
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