During the past week, I’ve been working hard to keep the house in order. I’ve been cooking and cleaning and spending the day looking forward to when my husband would walk through the door.
Monday night, I made a fancy-for-us dish: chicken teriyaki skewers. They came out of the oven beautifully, and luckily my ma, pa and little brother came over to help eat them as my husband had to work late.
Thinking the next day would be different, I repeated the process. I planned the meals out and worked hard on them, I cleaned and completed projects… and again went to bed alone.
By the end of the week, you would have THOUGHT I would have learned my lesson. I made plans to spend an evening with a friend I hadn’t seen since the county fair (which didn’t really count) and before that, since the county fair the year before (and that really didn’t count because she didn’t see me) and before THAT since college.
Sorry about my sloppy English this morning.
For some odd reason, given the track record of the past week I still hadn’t learned the lesson: making plans is a no-no. Live on the edge a little! Be spontaneous!
As I woke up yesterday, husbandless on account of his heading out the door early early, I decided that I would STILL plan.
To fail.
And maybe I’d succeed in getting my husband home.
Instead of doing the dishes, I plucked my eyebrow (singular).
Instead of cleaning the living room, I crocheted and watched three episodes of “Bleak House.”
Instead of sweeping and bleaching and mopping, I straightened my hair.
And you know what? My husband is home! It worked! Success! I’m a little sorry he missed out on the house being clean all week, but I’m more happy that he’s here to help me clean it today.
I haven’t told him that yet. Shh.
And also -because I know you care -my evening of fun with my college buddy turned into an evening of fun with my college buddy with four kids in tow. It turns out that we are multi-tasking CHAMPS. They didn’t teach us that in college, kids. We learned them skills in the school of hard knocks (otherwise knows as Childbirth and the Great Race of Young Mothering).
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a house to clean. It’s a regular atrocity. But it was all for my husband! A noble sacrifice on my part.
(That’s what I’m planning on telling him while we’re cleaning the kitchen.)
You know them skills don’t come naturally!! We had to learn those the hard way!
I’m glad your plotting and planning worked–and I’m glad I could help with it, albeit just a little. Any time you need a reason to leave your house trashed so your hubby won’t have to work late, I’m here. :)