Sunday, August 16, 2009
Why I love my husband.
I told my husband that he should get up with the kids this morning because it was my birthday. He wasn’t buying it. He had some stupid excuse about having to take a fire truck to some kind of fund raiser thingy. Firefighters and all their do-good-ing. Bleh. Then he pointed out that it wasn’t really my birthday at all.
So, I had to get up.
But then he told me that he would take the kids to the grocery store when he was done. Alone. As in, without me. That’s almost as good as sleeping in.
I think I might have implied in another post just how desperately a trip to the grocery store was needed. We have half meals...hot dogs, no buns. Spaghetti sauce, no spaghetti. A trip is way over due. It’s just one of those things I hate to do. And my husband loves it and who am I to rob him of life’s small pleasures. Right? Of course, an unsupervised grocery trip with him and the three kids will undoubtedly result in unnecessary spending. The kids will each come home with a cheap grocery store toy that I wouldn’t have spent the money on, because mom is no fun. They will also come home with one of the sugary cereals that mom won’t buy, because again, mom is no fun. There will probably be cheetos and Chocolate Entenmanns doughnuts (ok, I’m hoping there will be doughnuts). There will be cookies. And possibly candy. He won’t use the reusable shopping bags, because he will forget them in the car. He won’t use the coupons, because it’s not manly and I’ll be lucky if he uses the list.
But he took the kids to the grocery store. Alone. Without me.
God, I love that man.
I’m going to go and take a nap.