Just Heather

How can you tell you’ve become part of my family? My dad will order you around like one of his own. I knew hubby was truly accepted a few months ago when my dad accidentally introduced himself to someone as Spencer’s dad. This weekend said it again, loud and clear.

We went to my hometown for a bridal shower. One of the games they played was “Find Your Fiance” and they needed more guy legs. My dad walks into our room, says “Wake up! They need men and I just volunteered you.” He proceeds to walk in every 5 minutes, yelling at him to wake up like he’s one of his children.

Then he does what he did to all of us when we were little. He lifts the blanket at the end of the bed and tickles his feet. Now if you know my husband, you know full well not to talk to him—much less touch him—before noon. He kicks—and misses—my dad, sits up and says “Why the hell do I have to go to this thing?”

Feel the love, baby, feel the love.

The kiddos are at Camp Grandma so I have a hot date tomorrow night. It should be a fun, relaxing evening on a date that most needs a distraction. It will be nice to have day go by where my only real stress is deciding between the French Maid and the Mrs. Claus lingerie. I’d model so you could decide, but that would break my lifelong rule. Plus, I doubt you want to see a frumpy housewife in her nighties. Although, according to hubby there is a market out there for ordinary.

When you are going to be late, it is wise to call your wife immediately. This means when the clock strikes whatever hour you are to leave, and you find yourself still at work pick up the phone. Do not wait until the time which you normally arrive home to call and tell your wife you will be late. This would be obvious since you are not yet home.

By this time, your wife may already have:

  • opened the garage door for your convenience
  • lit candles in anticipation of your homecoming
  • hired a sitter for an hour so that she could greet you proper

Okay, so maybe I didn’t do all those things, but I could have!

Okay, guys… here’s a pop quiz for you. You and your wife have a “discussion” that ends with you falling asleep as you ignore her question, waking up, and heading straight to bed alone. Do you:

a.) wake up the next morning and pretend it never happened.
b.) wake up the next morning and storm out of the house.
c.) upon entering your bedroom realize that was a stupid thing to do, return downstairs and appologize.
d.) wake up the next morning and apologize immediately for being an ass.

If you answered c or d, you would be correct. Naturally, the immediate realization of your stupidity would be preferable but an early morning response would be appropriate and probably followed by make-up sex.

Okay, so you failed the first quiz. When you return home from work do you:

a.) continue to pretend it never happened.
b.) ignore your wife altogether.
c.) kiss your wife; everything is fine because you called her mid-morning just to say I love you.
d.) enter the house after work carrying roses and a big I’m sorry.

Again, C or D would be an appropriate response. Once again, the early make-up would be best and would probably have been followed by an invitation to come home for “lunch.”

Enough said.

Last night after my bubble bath, I put on some lotion, donned a sexy nighty, and went to get hubby off the computer and into bed. He, of course, didn’t bother to look at me and said he’d be a minute (which in Spencer-Time means an hour). So I kissed him to make sure he was getting the point. Our daughter chose that exact moment to cry. She then fussed for an hour. By the time I got her to settle down and go back to sleep, Spencer was snoring (naturally).

I think she is teething, which makes for sleepless nights for both of us (the baby and I, not Spencer and I!) To make matters worse, she woke up 2 more times during the night. So not only did I go to bed completely unsatisfied, but I barely got any sleep anyway! Plus, I froze half the night in my nighty. The 3rd time she woke up, I changed into warm and cozy jammies instead.