Wendy and I have really great husbands. No, they are not perfect, but they are perfect for us. Wendy is fond of saying that Tim is her best friend. I’m not jealous. Okay. Maybe a little. My husband, Matt, is amazing. He gets up every morning at the crack of dawn, goes out and works like a dog so that the 5 kids and I can eat, and then, he comes home, and helps out with the chores and homework. He is an amazing cook (his “Leftover Surprise” soup is to die for) and he even does the laundry, which can be very confusing for a man with 3 teenage daughters and a wife.
Especially, concerning underwear. Mine was disappearing into my daughter’s drawers, and since they would all rather die a thousand deaths than be caught wearing granny panties, it gets shoved to the back of their closet and I can’t find my underwear…
“I’m telling you, I washed your undies and put them away!” (he gets a little testy when quizzed about these matters).
One day, while foraging for a pencil or something, I ran across a pile of my undies, stashed in some junk drawer or other, thank you girls. So, now, I write MOM in black Sharpie on the back inside waistband so that my hubby can get them back to me in a timely fashion. This works very well for him. And the girls. But most especially for me, as now, when I go potty, I look down and see that MOM, upside down, is WOW! And, there is nothing like getting that WOW! feeling, when you are seated on the pot.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Matt. You rock!