My husband is so funny. Funny, funny, funny.
I came into work early today. We had family prayer in the boys' bedroom just as they were waking up. I kissed their sleepy little heads and took off.
An hour later, my dear husband called me on the phone. He was at the gas station, filling up the car before taking my older son to school.
"Did you give Sam his medicine today?"
He was still in bed when I left, dear husband. You will have to go back home and get the medicine.
"Do you know what happened to that mix tape you made for me in 1993?"
No, dear husband. I do not know.
Was I like this when I stayed at home?
Yes, I'm afraid I was. I called him every stinkin' day of the week to find out what time he would be home. Especially when he was a consulting engineer, because his schedule varied so much. But I called for dumb little things, too.
Actually, I still do. Yesterday morning he was all worried about a meeting he had scheduled with his Ph.D. advisor for the afternoon. So I called at 4 pm to see how it went. Oops, he was still in the meeting at 4 pm. That was kind of a faux pas.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could just both stay at home and be able to ask each other these silly questions without interrupting each other's work?
Maybe that's why so many people are trying to do Amway and stuff. When we were newlyweds, someone tried to sign us up. "You could be home with your family all the time," said the would-be Amway boss. "You could be a geologist ... as a HOBBY!"
We say that all the time now. "You could be a writer ... as a HOBBY!"