Confession: This past week I have taken some time off from being rockstar wife.
Meals haven’t been planned or prepared. (We’ve been eating off the same lasagna that I made last week and announced that it would be the last meal I made till papers were done. ) Laundry has piled up. Groceries haven’t been purchased. The disturbing ring in the tub has gone ignored. Clothing other than sweatpants haven’t made an appearance. Hair hasn’t been combed. Messy topknot has taken up permanent residence on my head. Lots of stress induced brattiness.
And yet.
Despite his own crazy week with 14 hour workdays and never getting home before 9 (thank you fiscal cliff!), someone stayed up till 1 am the other night to help me edit a paper for my translation class. And he brought me burgers from Good Stuff, as well as fries, despite the fact that I said I didn’t want any because I should just eat an apple instead. Of course I wanted fries.
Can’t wait for Christmas break to start so I can chill with husband again!
[Sidenote: If you are reading this, it means we made it through the end of the Mayan calendar. Close one. I wasn’t too stressed because let’s be honest, they probably just got tired of making it and thought “Surely we can just have some other people make more in say, oh, fifteen hundred years.” But, I did see a really alarming number of dead squirrels on a run this week and I might have texted James in a panic that it was a sign of Mayan doom. Then I developed a conspiracy theory involving dead squirrels, the Mayan calendar, and the fiscal cliff.]
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I think your conspiracy theory has some merit. I think there is something to be said for politicians and squirrels… not sure what it is but there’s a possible correlation! 🙂
They are pretty “squirrely” as Angie Stone likes to say. : )
“Meals haven’t been planned or prepared. (We’ve been eating off the same lasagna that I made last week and announced that it would be the last meal I made till papers were done. ) Laundry has piled up. Groceries haven’t been purchased. The disturbing ring in the tub has gone ignored. Clothing other than sweatpants haven’t made an appearance. Hair hasn’t been combed. Messy topknot has taken up permanent residence on my head. Lots of stress induced brattiness.”
You just described life with a newborn.
At least you get a baby out of it…but still … 😉
Andshe just described life after the kids leave home (dodges slap from wife)
Hey now! She just got so used to chillin home alone over the past months 🙂
Umm. . . I am afraid your first paragraph describes our life since (misnamed) morning sickness kicked in in October. Poor Matthew. But, like James, he has remained amazing despite me. Including hamburgers and fries. Because weeks like that require hamburgers and fries 🙂
I’m pretty sure that when the bible references the balm of Gilead, it meant burgers and fries.
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