Disclaimer in case you like my husband better than you like me (smile and wink)… he knows I am writing this.
In fact, on the day that it happened, he was batting 0 all day long but my list of “What to blog” kept getting bigger and longer and funnier.
Hopefully I’ll come back to all of them. But today I’ll start with this one…
The day started with me on the countdown: 3 more days until Richard leaves me in a little farming village and travels to the States for a month. THEREFORE, I am going to lie in bed past time for kids to get out of bed…and daddy is going to get ALL 3 kids to school.
Now, to be fair to my husband, he is usually the one to feed, pack their bags, and drive them to school.
Wait? What do you do?
I don’t know, honestly.
Maybe help choose clothes, comb their hair, and provide kisses???
I definitely get the coffee going.
In any case, it seems when moms are around (even if all we are doing is drinking coffee) the house just seems to be kept from burning down.
We notice things.
So, I roll down the stairs at a very lazy 9am. Kids in school. Husband back to work in his office. And that’s when I smell it.
Plastic.
Burning.
On my kitchen table (that I painted, btw).
Yes. The decade+2 daughter’s straightening iron was piping hot—burning a hole right through my adorable Easter bunny placemat (See, right there—that’s what I do! I decorate for the Seasons and make the house feel “happy”. Phew!).
I grabbed the iron, unplugged it (much too late, unfortunately, to save its life as the plastic had now become one with the iron), stuck it somewhere safe, picked up the placemat, got rid of the burning plastic smell by opening all the windows, made sure the wooden table had not yet become victim to the “iron” and walked past my husband saying, “That’s why moms were invented.”
Do you know what he said?
“I didn’t even know the iron was still on…”
Of course not.
Because, while he may be packing their bags, and second breakfast snacks, and feeding them breakfast and taking them to school, I am drinking my coffee and making sure the house is still standing.
And sending them off with kisses.
The best reason why moms were invented.
Now, back to my coffee…
(smile smile wink wink!)
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