Before I get into the “meat” of this post, I would just like to state the following:
I love my husband!
He is a wonderful husband. I am SO lucky to be married to a man of such integrity and someone who is truly my best friend and more.
(At this point, I know that my friend Crystal is thinking, “Oh no! What did Caleb do this time?)
So here goes…..
Yesterday, Caleb decided to build a garden for me! He bought the wood, the potting soil and even rented a tiller. He EVEN captured how stupid/silly he looked when trying to use the tiller on our rock of a lawn. It literally DRAGGED him from one end of the yard to the other. Again, it was really comical.
So, when I got home, he was pretty excited to show off his masterpiece. Before I let him cover my eyes and lead me to the back door, I asked, “Can you put this in the refrigerator for me first? Then, I’m all yours!”
He led me to the backyard. I “ooo-ed” and “ahh-ed” his work. Then laughed my way through the video, played with Ben, changed out of my clothes….then opened the refrigerator.
The “thing” I asked him to put away was the milk I had pumped. He didn’t realize, nor did I tell him that it needed to stay upright. Milk was FLOWING out of the refrigerator. It was all gone.
I freaked and said a few things that I’m not proud of.
Caleb snatched Ben out of my arms and ran away (if he had a tail, it would have been between his legs)!
I took a moment, apologized then explained that I am emotionally attached to my milk in that 1) you can’t buy it 2) it was the most I had pumped yet and 3) I spend every free second I get a day to pump for it. Milk = gold!
Again, I love my husband. It’s a funny story now. And, I have a small stash in the freezer, so it’s not like Ben will do without.
To my readers, however few:
8 years ago