I got home from yoga all sweaty and gross (like usual). Husband says "Can you watch the girls so I can take a shower?"
So I am in the kitchen trying to entertain two hyper puppies and he calls me in, and says:
(wait. are you ready for this?)
"Hey, can you bring your yoga clothes here, I'll wash them for you."
Yes, my husband offered to do the gross job of rinsing out my soaking, sweaty yoga clothes and towel while he was in the bathroom (usually I wash them out in the tub at about 2am when I go to bed).
Wow. Just wow.
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1 comment:
Awwwwww! Way to go, hubby! Sometimes it's the little things they do that's the best, hm?
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