Yesterday was a long day. I went to a bridal shower for one of Nathan’s cousins. It was at his aunt and uncle’s house over two hours away, so five of the eight hours I was gone yesterday were spent in my in-laws’ van on I-96. It was actually a nice trip and they ended up telling me a few stories about my husband I’d never heard before. That was the first time just the three of us were alone together and it was nice.
I was pretty beat by the time I got home and was happy to see my girl again. At least I was until she turned into a whiny crank monster. Nathan said she had been the pefect child for him all day. They’d spent some time at my parents’ house and had dinner, but she was fine the entire time. Of course Grandma and Grandpa kept her occupied the whole time so she didn’t get much sleep in the afternoon. I could tell she was tired so I decided to nurse her early. I thought that was it and she was down for the count, but she seemed to revive herself and was ready to party, so we all kicked back and started watching Hoodwinked.
About 8:00 our doorbell rang. Nathan and I looked at each other, both of us wondering who could be ringing our bell on a Sunday evening. It was Marla, in desperate need of some female bonding time. She’d had a rough day with Raymond and Conner and was ready to head for the hills and stopped by to see if I’d like to join her. We ended up spending about an hour at Fazoli’s talking about how our husbands just don’t understand what it is we do as mothers. We both conceded that we couldn’t do the job without them but agreed that it would be nice for them to learn how to multitask once in awhile. I told Marla about asking Nathan if he’d put away Autumn’s clean laundry while I was gone. He said he didn’t becuase he didn’t know how (which, in truth, he really doesn’t-you should see what he does with her two-piece outfits) so I asked him if he’d put away ours to which he replied he didn’t do that either because he was watching Autumn.
Marla shook her head and offered her own stories and the two of us comisserated while the Fazoli’s staff repeatedly tried to send us into a carbohydrate coma with their endless supply of breadsticks. About 9:00 we decided to head back home. Marla was feeling much better and I was happy to have been there for her when she really needed me. When I arrived back home, I found Nathan hanging up our laundry while Autumn slept in her swing. It was creepy, as though he’d put a bug in my purse and had listened to everything Marla and I had talked about while we were out.
I called my mom shortly after I got home to thank her for the beef stroganoff leftovers she sent home for me to take to work today. “I’m sorry I forgot to include a pop for you,” she said.
“That’s okay,” I said, “we have pop here.”
“I know, but I wanted to pack the whole lunch for you,” she said.
“Aw, how very Mom of you.”
“Yes, that was very Mom of me.”
Oh how I miss Fazoli’s! I had one in the town where I went to college and I loved it. Now we don’t have one around for about 100 miles and what I wouldn’t give to have it!
I totally understand the husband situation. We went through an argument about that same thing here thing weekend! Men!