After Amelia Lamont’s post calling out her fiancé for needing to give her a little more recognition went viral, he replied in the best possible way. Check out their cute (and all-too-relatable) interaction below:
Dear darling fiancé,
I love you (I wear your undies to bed — say no more) but lately you have forgotten who I am and what I do. I am your partner of 12 years, your confidant, best friend & most importantly the mother of your children. But more recently, without you saying it, I can tell I’m just the baby bum wiper, the mundane defacto roomie & the worn out wash cloth that desperately needs a revamp…I hear you loud and clear – no one deserves a whole 6 hours at a day spa more then us mom’s, but really, you need some aftershave because your attitude, or lack of, stinks.
You walk in the door after a 12 hour work day, worn out, weary & tired. You eat your dinner in peace, pat yourself with your fluffy towel that I dried and slip so quietly into bed with the comfort of your fresh new sheets that I washed, annoyingly dried and frustratingly applied to the king bed just a few hours prior. You awoke in the morning, gave a good stretch, kissed my forehead and showered and got dressed ready to face the day ahead. You wore your new shorts I bought you that were a nightmare to purchase with 2 kids in tow, but I did it anyway because I know you needed them and would appreciate them.
I love you and that’s why I give myself so selflessly, day in day out, but my God where is the recognition? Beautiful dinner babe. Nice hair, hun. I see you have gone back blonde. Thanks for getting the stain out of my white t-shirt. These new flannelette sheets are heaven. Hey, thanks for getting these shorts. Nope – none of it. Not one thanks given or appreciation shown. No recognition today, yesterday or probably tomorrow until you read this.
You work so hard. I work hard too. I dare say harder then you. I don’t enjoy housework but I do it. I loathe mundane cooking these days but it keeps us well and going. I can’t possibly scrape any more skiddies out of undies, but I do it because that’s toilet training. I feel like I am the queen of Groundhog Day, but although not joyous all the time, I do it, but please, to save the dragon from spitting fire, pretend you loved dinner. Thank me for keeping the kids alive and doing the dreaded dinner, bath, bed solo. Because that’s all we want. That’s all I want. Recognition 😘
Dear Darling Fiancé,
I love you, I truly do… but you have it all wrong… you see the thing with me is, my mind is constantly consumed with my business, the need to provide for my family, juggling 10 balls at once, wearing many different hats, and first and foremost, ensuring we, as a family, have a roof over our head to sleep safely and soundly at night.
The cleaning you do, I honestly don’t notice because the house always looks spotless when I come home so I know no different. The stains that you removed on my t-shirt? I did notice this when I put it on at 5 a.m. this morning but didn’t wake you to tell you so. You were up with Essie teething last night so I knew your sleep was important. The fresh sheets? Sorry. In my head I acknowledged how nice they were, but really do I have to say everything out loud? The shorts? I thought you would love an excuse to go shopping. The cooking… well you know how grateful I am for this… well I thought you did. I finish every meal & pop it in the dishwasher.
I thought my actions spoke louder then words. Your soup always heals me when I am unwell and you never shy away from inviting my family over for a Sunday roast because you know how much I love some banter over a home-cooked meal. Next time, I will cheers you at the table if that’s what you want… But I see your frustration, hell, I hear it loud & clear (sometimes too loudly) and now… I want you to know that although I don’t high five you for everything that you do or ask how many dirty diapers you changed or how much you did or didn’t spend at the hair dressers (I am colorblind remember), I, in my head & heart recognize all that you do & appreciate it.
Seeing the hundreds of women flock to your side giving several ‘AMEN’S’ reiterates just how important this obviously is to you and your whole female kind and how a majority of you feel the same way. Something most of us blokes are probably none the wiser on, true? Anyway, that being said, two sides to a coin. A thanks for working long and hard wouldn’t go astray either… I know you say this often but you do it with a bad taste in your mouth. Everything I do is for us. I love you xx
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