On the one hand, Michael did take the kids for most of yesterday so I could sneak off to the library for work.
But on the other hand, the house was destroyed when I got home.
But on the one hand, I did get some much needed work done, and he had the kids for four hours while I was gone and another three after I got back.
But on the other hand, it’s really, really hard to get ground in Play-doh out of the carpet.
But on the one hand, he also fixed dinner.
But on the other hand, he destroyed my kitchen in the process.
But on the one hand, it only took twenty minutes to clean up.
But on the other hand, I had already cleaned it twice yesterday, both times thanks to him and the kids.
But on the one hand, he made this really delicious Puerto Rican dish that I loved but can’t pronounce.
But on the other hand, he deep fried that dish… in a shallow pan. No matter how much I mop the kitchen, it still looks like the Exxon Valdez ran aground on our linoleum.
But on the one hand, he didn’t even complain that I came down to dinner an hour late.
But on the other hand, that dish was so deep fried I think I may drop dead of a heart attack at any moment. Does he want to kill me?!
But on the one hand, he did set up my BowFlex in the garage, so I can work out and be healthy.
But on the other hand, maybe he’s trying to tell me I’m fat and flabby…
But on the one hand, he did buy the first season of Heroes on DVD so we could watch it together.
But on the other hand, he KNOWS I need to get up at 5:30 AM, so why did he buy something that was so damned addicting to watch and yet can’t be viewed while the kiddies are up? I’m dragging today!
I dunno. Should I kill him, or jump his bones for joy? Both maybe? But in what order?
Husbands… Feh!
