something happens that makes you realise you need your OH.
Crashed my car today. I was determined not to drag DH out os his classroom, so handled the recovery of the car, scoured the house for the documents and then realised I had no current MOT. So in a panic rang school to leave a message for him. And then blubbed when he rang back. He came home (on his pushbike ) and held my hand at the police station. Now he's out buying me tampons because I can't face going out.
And I've been getting restorative cuddles from the children too.
I don't think I'm cut out to be an island after all.