For whatever reason I slept horribly Monday night. I woke up in the middle of the night and could not get back to bed.
When I got home from work Tuesday, I was exhausted. We had dinner, after which I cleaned the kitchen. (Under protest, because I was exhausted, but glad I did it, because it really wasn't so bad.) Then Missy sent me upstairs to get in my pajamas, so we could watched a favorite TV program together.
She surprised me by diapering me before we got down to watching tv. That felt so caring and lovely.
After it was over, I put on my CPAP mask for sleep, like I'm supposed to, without prompting.
Missy kissed me goodnight, and told me what a good boy I was, and how proud she was of me.
I slept like a baby.