December 1, 2011
When I came home from work tonight, you looked majorly burned out from taking care of the kids. So I took the girls out for about an hour while you stayed home and rested. We stopped by Trader Joe’s while we were gone and bought you your flowers for the week. When we came back, you greeted us at the door looking happy and rested.
Giving you time alone wasn’t my official act of love, though. For day 64, I cleaned the kitchen for about 90 minutes. From the time our youngest was born about three months ago, we haven’t had much energy to keep our house clean. Instead, we’ve focused on keeping things somewhat presentable. But tonight, I actually gave the kitchen a deep clean. Maybe I inspired you, because you gave the living room a good cleaning once you saw me cleaning the kitchen.
December 1, 2011
Last night, I took a risk and went far out of my comfort zone by offering to paint your toenails. This offer was a risk because I didn’t know whether you would think it was sweet or weird. And I don’t think I need to explain why it took me out of my comfort zone. I got the idea for this act here (I usually come up with the ideas myself). Anyway, you were a little weirded out by the request. In fact, you said you would only let me paint your toenails if I gave you a foot massage too (how could I pass on that deal?!).
Before painting them, I first took off the remains of day 25 with some nail polish remover. By the time I finished that, you seemed to have gotten over the weirdness of it all and started relaxing. You even looked like you were having fun. Then, I done painted up them toenails real nice. Actually, they looked pretty bad when I finished: I couldn’t get the polish to go on evenly and I kept painting your skin instead of your nails. They reminded me of a Jackson Pollock painting. To finish up act 63, I massaged your feet.
A few hours after I finished, I asked you if you liked that I painted your toenails. You said, “Yeah, that was nice. Thanks . . . You’re not planning on painting my toenails for me from here on out, are you?” “What? No! That’s probably the last time I paint them,” I replied. “Oh good! I was worried.” All things considered, I think you had a great time. And, I actually kind of liked painting your toenails (I’m glad this blog’s anonymous).