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My husband's PMS seems to be subsiding. I'm exhausted. Stress is a bitch. I had a good 2 days with my Dad that made up for how exponentially awful last Saturday was. I like it when he laughs, when he smiles, when he's full of hugs, and when little things seem so big to him. A strawberry milkshake. A thing of Chapstick. Really good lotion to heal his dry and flaking hands. A man-purse, of all things. He wallows in the attention. He wasn't always this way. There was a day when offering a remedy for some malady would have provoked him. Now he thrives on the attention he gets. He likes surprises. After 2 days like Tuesday and Wednesday, I hated to leave. I want more days like that. It made me happy to please him.