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Even With Smoke In His Eyes, I Am My Husband's Girlfriend |
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2009-10-09
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Even With Smoke In His Eyes, I Am My Husband's Girlfriend
My wonderful husband has been under a lot of stress lately, as he is self-employed and the economy has hit his business pretty hard. I do lots of "girlfriend" things, but, because he works from home, I haven't had the chance to do the "meet him at the door with lipstick and a kiss" thing in the traditional way.
Recently, my dragon slayer picked up a contract that requires him to be away from home more during the day, so here was my chance!
Yesterday I planned the PERFECT homecoming and dinner! I had fresh halibut with lemon pepper hollandaise, corn on the cob and a beautiful pasta salad planned, with as much lipstick and kissing as he would be able to stand.
All was going well, with everything perfectly timed to be ready just before my husband walked through the door. I put the pan on the burner to heat it for searing the fish, just before my hero called, letting me know he was about 15 mins away. PERFECT!
I smiled inside and out, thinking about the picture he would see as he walked in the door clean house, happy kids and happy wife (complete with lipstick and perfume) waiting with dinner on the table. But I must have spent too much time smiling and not enough time paying attention.
Have you ever seen how much smoke 3 tablespoons of butter can make in a pan that has heated too long? I pulled it off the burner as soon as it started, thinking it would slow down, but it didn't. Smoke was ROLLING off the pan filling the house with a toxic smelling haze.
The smoke detector in the hall was going off and the kitchen and living room was filled with smoke. My daughter was crawling on the floor saying "Don't worry, Mom, I can get out this way." My son followed and said "I think the smoke detector calls the fire department. They'll fix it."
I threw open every available door and window and knocked the battery out of the smoke detector before neighbors started to show up to rescue us.
I was about to cry. It seemed my perfect plans were ruined.
My husband walked in under a faint cloud of smoke still floating at the top of the room and took in the scene with a tiny smile playing at the corner of his mouth. While my 5yr old walked past us with her nose plugged, he put his arm around me, moved in on the lipstick (which was still miraculously in place) and said "Dinner smells great."
This morning, I was greeted by a car that was already running and warm, with the frost scraped from the windows, and a note on the steering wheel that said "Love you forever. Thanks for all you do."
Proof you don't have to do everything right to be your husband's girlfriend. The message I was trying to send was received loud and clear.... through the smoke.
Thanks for all you do Dr Laura. You are making my marriage better and better every day.
J.
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