Sunday, May 14, 2006
Red Blooded Stud Muffin
Don't worry. This is only PG-not PG-13. I realized that in all the hustle and bustle of our lives that some days I forget that I am married to a Red Blooded Stud Muffin. Every once in awhile something he says will remind me loud and clear that my gentle spirited husband is indeed all male. Two examples in one day were enough to send me blogging! While reading my entry about my mother he comments to me that I should remove the H and the I from my Blog title. I stood staring trying to figure out what he could possible be talking about. Smiling he explained, "Then it would be called C Cup." Oh ya. I forgot. Life is about one big boob. 2. I thanked him for putting my new picnic table together and he said, "It wasn't that hard, just assembly, ...Except for the kids." (The boys had their hammers, saws, and screw drivers "helping" daddy put together mommy's Mother's Day present. The testosterone levels were high in the backyard!) I think to myself, I have been trying to clean toilets, wash dishes, mop floors, grocery shop, etc. For 18 years. "It isn't that hard, except for the kids." And he wonders why he walks in the door at night and his dinner isn't on the table, and I haven't showered. These things would be easy if I didn't have a fully dressed two year old crawling in the shower with me saying, Nuse, Nuse every time he saw the hiCCUPS, or a house full of kids that seem to only need me for vital projects right when I am trying to make dinner. My friend, Krista, named it pirana (sp?) hour. I will say that it is all worth it though. There would be very little life here without the kids. Two well rested people sitting at a perfectly assembled picnic table, but no life.