He's Got the Look...

OK, so I am at work today. I'm in my classroom, rocking the most precious baby you ever laid eyes on (except my own, of course!!!) when I hear Ol' Red (the hubby's ride and yes it is that loud!!!) pull up outside. While I'm sitting there, waiting for him to come in, I'm imaging all the WONDERFUL reasons he could possibly have to stop by the workplace at this odd hour.

Hmm.....


He was out and about and thought of me, so he swung through Sonic and picked me up a Cherry Limeade? (Love that idea! And he has done it before.) The Publisher Clearing House people found him at work and we have won a prize that would pay our bills for a lifetime? (even better idea! Of course that is probably a definite "no" since I haven't entered or bought a magazine from them in years...) He just swung by just "to say I love you." (Now that would be sweet, but...) Or maybe he got a haircut today. He is all about me noticing the new trims... Oh, I hope nothing bad has happened...


Hubby walks through the door...


I brace myself for the...

Oh no. He has the LOOK.

Yeah, it is definitely the LOOK.

You know, the LOOK, that says, I am fixin' to tell you something and you are probably not going to like it, but you will have to deal with it because I have already decided I am doing it... LOOK. Ever seen that one?

Oh yeah...

As he precedes to tell me his "plans," I just have to smile. This spontaneous, fly by the seat of your pants, just get up and go and do ability, leaves me totally amazed, flabbergasted and speechless... and just plum JEALOUS, every time. I think time would stand still in shock, if I just walked in one day and told the hubby and kids that I was going on a trip...that day. Confusion would mount if I walked in and said, "Honey, I know you don't have plans, so let me tell you what I'm doing..." (Although I do admit that the older my kids get, the easier this would be for me to do, but I had preschoolers once. I've certainly paid my dues. My hubby is a minister, his time is hardly ever his own.)



Now, before you think I'm mad at the hubster, I AM NOT. This is not meant to be a hubby bashing post. I totally love the guy. I totally get the guy. I totally understand the guy. He can't help it. He is just a guy.

Guys have been trained to go and do and worry later. Girls are trained to smother a situation to death in worry. A guy will say "it will work out." A girl says "I'm going to have it all planned so I know it will work out." Little boys are brought up in the world knowing "Mom" will take care of things. Little girls are brought up learning "how" to take care of things.

So, when the hubby comes in and says "I'm going to...," I just smile. I just make it happen. I just roll with the punches and simply try my hardest to look at the bright side. Sixteen and a half years of marriage has taught me well. So, while things might not always seem fair... and never will be, you can at least train the hubby to have the LOOK. That LOOK that says "YES, I am doing what I want, but I will at least worry about your feelings, and if you don't want me to go, please say so, but I know you won't...," LOOK. (My husband knows me too well. Gotta love him!)

Hmm... this is where you say "I love you" and that tonight will be alright... this is where you decide if you make a fuss or not. But, wait a minute! Do I really want to make a stink about it? I'm just thinking...

Wait Mich, what is that on your face?!!! At least let him get out of the room before you start to smile. Stop it right now! He can't see the smile or... Mich, don't get too excited or you might scare the baby, you are rocking. Hold it! Patience please...

As 'Ol Red can be heard driving off, I flip to the brighter side of things, barely able to control the excitement mounting...


YES!!! I get the remote tonight. (Bachelor and Castle, free of flipping channels, here I come!!!)

YES!!! Big Daddy is not eating, so I think the stove gets a much needed break and so does this mama. Don't want to wear the poor thing and me out. (Snicker. Snicker.) Taco Bell, anyone?

YES!!! There is one luscious strawberry Popsicle (They have real strawberries in them, people!!!) left and it is MINE!

YES!!! I can be on the computer and not feel a bit guilty....

Yeah Kev, I guess if I really don't have a choice (wink), I will TRY to survive the evening...

Now ladies, don't be too jealous of my ability to have control of the remote, tonight, for you know your time will come, it always does. (But isn't it funny what we consider a simple pleasure in the "bright" side of things?) I guess all is fair in love and war...OOPS! What I meant to say was "love and marriage."

Have a good one!

Oh, and Honey, if you read this, you know I would much rather have you home than having control of the remote, sitting in the big comfy chair, eating my Popsicle. Really!!! :)