Saturday, August 8, 2009

Let me count the ways...a letter to my Husband

Dear Husband,

Thank you for putting your dirty dishes on the counter above the dishwasher you romantic fool! I stayed up late last night emptying the dishwasher and you didn't want to spoil it by putting dirty dishes back in.

You know me so well. You know how special I feel when I get to scrape dried refried beans off a plate. I feel so needed. So important. My life's goal is to get those dishes clean and having you by my side, I know that goal will come true.

It's just me and the beans as I so lovingly daydream out our kitchen window. I daydream of what will be on the counter for me tomorrow. I feel sadness for the wives out there that don't get to flirt with old milk left in a glass or the 10 oreo's you half ate and so adoringly left for me. Did you only eat the inside of the oreo's just for me? Were you saving me the cookie parts? We all know that's the best part.

These beans fought a brilliant battle. A battle I thought I was going to loose because the kiddo's kept distracting me. I had to dodge paper airplanes being hurled at my head and I believe our daughter painted all my toenails but I stayed the course. As I watch the beans take their final journey, swirling in the sink and finally down the drain, a small tear streams poetically down my face. Sad that the moment is gone. My moment of glory has now ended. But because of you, my dear sweet husband, I know tomorrow will bring more moments for me to shine. You will leave me more beans tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the day after that. Just like our love, so are the beans everlasting.

I have laid your favorite pillow and blanket on the couch so you can be wrapped in my love too as you fall asleep tonight.

Love,

Your adoring wife

11 comments:

  1. I LOVED THIS POST!!!! This is hilarious! Aaaahhh, I would love to say those things to my husband, as well. What my husband does that drives me absolutely crazy is he leaves water drops after washing his hands or showering everywhere he goes...water on the bathroom floor, water on the kitchen floor, water on the doorknobs, water on the counters, water on the toilet seat (atleast I hope it is water). I might as well not even wear socks because they get wet immediately. It drives me craaaaaaazy!!!

    Thanks for the email! I sent you one back!!

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  2. I could write a book on all the little things that drive me insane. I really liked your post made me laugh.. btw I found you via cafemom...
    ~Kels

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  3. What a great post! I hope my DH does not ask why I am sitting here cracking up ;)

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  4. Hi. Thanks for stopping by my blog the other day. I'll be coming back to your blog again.

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  5. As much as LOVED this post, sadly in my house it swings the other way as well.

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  6. That is hilarious! I love it! Thanks for the great laugh!

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  7. LOL And this is why all I wanna be when I grow up is a mistress. Thanks for the laughter! :-)

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  8. Wow, this post sure hit home for me too. My favorite are the dirty socks that can make it all the way to the floor RIGHT BESIDE the hamper, but just can't quite seem to make it in. Ha ha. Thanks for the giggle. It's nice to know my husband isn't the only one, and it's great to read a blog that doesn't shy away from the truth! Cheers!

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  9. Hilarious post! It's better to laugh than fume! Ha! Thanks for stopping by my blog. Also, I love what you did for Amy's blog. Really cute!

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  10. Everlasting beans...snicker. This post is a riot!

    Thanks for stopping by and commenting! You have a new follower!

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  11. Too funny! Thanks for the laugh today! :)

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