Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Glad to be Married
In all the craziness of my life, I forgot to post probably one of the best things that happened this weekend; glass was removed from my foot. I love my husband just a wee bit more for it too.
Friday evening Mo got in trouble and tried to run away from me. Well, earlier that week our collection of shot glasses that hung on the wall in a shadow box had fallen. Luckily, not all of our tasty little treats were broken, but more than desired did break. Since this happened during the week, J's mom came home to the mess and cleaned it up as best as I could with an 18 month old simultaneously running around. Anyway, so I Friday night I went to chase after Mo and low and behold there was a sliver of glass still on the floor and it intentionally found it's way into my foot.
I lived that way through Friday night and ALL day Saturday. On Sunday, our potential wind-down day, J was nice enough to
a) search for 30 minutes to find that damn pair of tweezers we lost after moving
b) sit there patiently trying to remove the piece of glass from my foot
c) coax me gently to calm down while removing the piece of glass
All while I was sitting there wincing with my butt cheeks squeezed tight enough to crackle a walnut. It hurt, people. I had flashbacks of childhood splinter removals. No; not the needle, not the needle. I'll be good, just get the tweezers! Sorry I had a lapse, I'm back now.
Long story short: J, I love you. I love being married to you. And someday when you're old, I still won't wipe your butt for you. Sorry, I don't love you that much.
Friday evening Mo got in trouble and tried to run away from me. Well, earlier that week our collection of shot glasses that hung on the wall in a shadow box had fallen. Luckily, not all of our tasty little treats were broken, but more than desired did break. Since this happened during the week, J's mom came home to the mess and cleaned it up as best as I could with an 18 month old simultaneously running around. Anyway, so I Friday night I went to chase after Mo and low and behold there was a sliver of glass still on the floor and it intentionally found it's way into my foot.
I lived that way through Friday night and ALL day Saturday. On Sunday, our potential wind-down day, J was nice enough to
a) search for 30 minutes to find that damn pair of tweezers we lost after moving
b) sit there patiently trying to remove the piece of glass from my foot
c) coax me gently to calm down while removing the piece of glass
All while I was sitting there wincing with my butt cheeks squeezed tight enough to crackle a walnut. It hurt, people. I had flashbacks of childhood splinter removals. No; not the needle, not the needle. I'll be good, just get the tweezers! Sorry I had a lapse, I'm back now.
Long story short: J, I love you. I love being married to you. And someday when you're old, I still won't wipe your butt for you. Sorry, I don't love you that much.
