There are no words to explain my frustration with one of my families. Yesterday I couldn't get motivated because I just knew what was coming around 2:30 and I knew that I was going to have to work with the child of the family. It's just stressful because I don't know how to make this family better. Anyway, after a LONG stressful day (I didn't get off work until around 7:00pm) I came home to my wonderful husband. He was wonderful last night--the night before not so much because we got into a huge argument. I came home to Andrew making dinner for me, but that wasn't what made him wonderful. Don't get me wrong! Coming home to dinner made was great, except that I had texted him earlier saying that I hadn't had lunch and I was going to be working late so if he wanted dinner at a reasonable hour, then he was going to have to make it. The thing that made him wonderful wasn't the Oreo pie that he attempted to make as a surprise. The thing that made him wonderful was that when I sat down on the couch and rested my aching head in my hands, my husband handed me a Yoo-Hoo. OH MY GOODNESS!!! I'm pretty sure I heard angels singing Hosanna in my head.
I have an obsession with chocolate milk. I think it's my father's fault. Whenever Lisa and I would be with my dad he would always take us to the gas station to get some chocolate milk. I think I associate chocolate milk with happy times. Chocolate milk is my go to drink after a hard day. I don't get it very often. When I was at Walgreens, I think twice I bought a Yoo-Hoo. My coworkers knew that if Dana was seen with a chocolate milk-don't mess with her. There's something soothing about the chocolate milk flavor. It's intense. The high is so wonderful, there are no words to explain it. Yesterday just happened to be one of those days. Andrew had no idea that I would need a Y00-Hoo. He just saw them and thought he would make up for being such a jerk the night before.
Thank God for Yoo-Hoos!
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