What they don't tell you in pre-Cana

Last Sunday, I was a little stressed.  OK, a lot.  For reasons not having to do with my family.

Had a brisk and grumpy conversation with my husband on the way home from church.  At one point, we're figuring out breakfast prep, and have a conversation about bacon.

We pull into the driveway.  I just sit there.

My husband kindly begins rubbing my shoulders.  I start to relax.

After a minute, I say "So you knew I was that stressed, huh?"

And he responded, "Well, no. I was just thinking about bacon."