I'm a ditz...
I'm not stupid, it's just that my brain is usually occupied with things much less practical than:
remember to turn off the lights in your car when you get home
you need to pay the bill before you leave the restaurant
you need to set the alarm if you are going to get up in the morning.
I don't have a fancy car that knows when to turn off the headlights. My reliable old Escort mistakenly trusts me to make that decision. So when my dear husband called me to turn around and return home so he could jump-start my car, I was a little irritated at myself, but not too surprised. No harm done... I was running a little early and had plenty of time to jump the car, drop off the kids and make it to Wellman's around 6.
That second one would have been a handy thought to think BEFORE I was almost home from Wellman's last night. I called Kris in a panic hoping she was still there and could pay for me. No such luck. My dear, sweet husband stopped by on his way home from band practice and took care of it for me.
When I woke up this morning I felt strangly rested. 8:30! We usually leave for church at 9... with a lot of scurrying we left around 9:30. The girls missed half of their Sunday School class, but didn't seem to mind. Again, my dear, sweet, wonderful husband was very understanding. We've been married for 12 years, so if I don't do something ditzy at least once a week he is probably surprised. (Three in less than 24 hours is more than average, though.)
So to the whole blogosphere (OK, the teeny percentage that drops by here) I want to say what a dear, sweet, wonderful, patient and good-humored husband I have. Thank you sweetie for continuing to put up with me. I love you :)
remember to turn off the lights in your car when you get home
you need to pay the bill before you leave the restaurant
you need to set the alarm if you are going to get up in the morning.
I don't have a fancy car that knows when to turn off the headlights. My reliable old Escort mistakenly trusts me to make that decision. So when my dear husband called me to turn around and return home so he could jump-start my car, I was a little irritated at myself, but not too surprised. No harm done... I was running a little early and had plenty of time to jump the car, drop off the kids and make it to Wellman's around 6.
That second one would have been a handy thought to think BEFORE I was almost home from Wellman's last night. I called Kris in a panic hoping she was still there and could pay for me. No such luck. My dear, sweet husband stopped by on his way home from band practice and took care of it for me.
When I woke up this morning I felt strangly rested. 8:30! We usually leave for church at 9... with a lot of scurrying we left around 9:30. The girls missed half of their Sunday School class, but didn't seem to mind. Again, my dear, sweet, wonderful husband was very understanding. We've been married for 12 years, so if I don't do something ditzy at least once a week he is probably surprised. (Three in less than 24 hours is more than average, though.)
So to the whole blogosphere (OK, the teeny percentage that drops by here) I want to say what a dear, sweet, wonderful, patient and good-humored husband I have. Thank you sweetie for continuing to put up with me. I love you :)
posted by red fish at
12:44 PM
