1.
Me, changing Seth-8mth's diaper, "Help! THere's a turd on the bed!"
Mike: "Pick it UP!"
Me: "Nuh UH, you pick it up!"
MIke: "No, YOU!"
(Yes. We sounded like we were about nine and a half years old. I know.)
Mike: "It's rolling away! Grab it!"
Me: "No, YOU grab it!"
The poo was safely caught and disposed of, and ha. I was not the one who lost that argument and had to grab the rolling turd. It was, however, on my side of the bed.
2.
Today we went to a little out door market thing an hour away from home. It was hot. We had fun until I really, really wanted to get out of there, and Seth-8 mth staged an inconvenient nursing strike.
Me: "Do we have any napkins?"
MIke: "No, but we have wet wipes."
Me: "That won't work. I need to stuff my bra."
MIke: An "I am NOT EVEN going to ask" look
Me: "I forgot nursing pads, and Seth-8mth won't eat and blah blah blah..."
FYI: The cheapo napkins from Sonic are awfully lumpy when used for this purpose. It's not a look I recommend.
3.
Mike: "You ok?"
Me: "I do NOT want to shop, I'm hot, I want to leave, and I do NOT want to SHOP."
(Not funny, I just record it here that yes, I actually said those words today.)
4.
Mike: "What do you want?"
(We're at Sonic, getting 'nursing napkins')
Me: "A really big Diet Sprite and a handful of M&Ms."
Mike: "You want me to ask for THAT?"
Me: "Yeah. You asked what I want. That's what I want."
Mike: "A HANDFUL of M&Ms?"
Me: "Yeah. A handful that preferably comes from someone with big, clean hands."
I thought he was going to ask for me, but he didn't. He said he'd rather stop at the gas station down the street instead of asking for some big handed, hygienically minded Sonic employee to serve up some plain m&ms.
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ahh, lifes moments that make me feel a bit more normal.
The "big clean hands" part had me going too! To ask for such a thing would just not come to me!
And the nurcing thing . . .been there! And I am "cloth-thyself-in-only-solids" and don't own much print at all, so wet spots SHOW like dialated pupils in light-blue eyes.
Some married couples talk about business, others--turmultuous current events. The real married couples....talk about poop! Somehow, when we were dating and so enamored with one another and so willing to help the other out--we NEVER could have imagined the depths our conversations would take us.....once we are parents!!!! Great blog today!
Diane