In honor of the fact that I have (as of Thursday) been married for seventeen years - I had planned on telling you all the wonderful things about "ManOfTheHouse"... and yet - every time I sit down to write this it turns into a sob story about why on earth he puts up with someone like me!?!?!
and although that has a LOT more "funny" potential than a gushy post about M.O.T.H. - it was also a little bit depressing... and maybe revealing.
So... let's talk about dreams. Are your dreams vivid? I don't mean color vs. black and white... I mean... do you wake up not quite sure which 'reality' you're a part of? You see, a long time ago (seriously, I think I was pregnant with our first kid... ahhh... that actually explains a LOT)... I woke from my dream in quite the mood. I couldn't really put my finger on it... but I was MAD... no strike that... I was furious.
Then M.O.T.H. woke up. The pieces started to fall into place... I was still mad... but now anger had a name. I was mad... at... HIM! Ooooh, and was I ready to let him have it!
Luckily, before I'd gone too far down the "unstoppable tirade" path - pieces of my dream floated into my memory.
(insert fuzzy edged background here...)
"dream hubby" had gone to work and sat at a table with a female coworker. "dream coworker" had invited my clueless "dream hubby" out for lunch the next day. Clueless "dream hubby" had asked my dream self and my dream self had told him that I wasn't comfortable with it. "dream hubby" didn't understand that "not comfortable with" is a kissin' cousin of "over my dead freakin' body" and went out to lunch.
I started to tell him this part of the dream - and he laughed at me for getting so worked up over it. Mistake #1 might have been picking me as his eternal mate, but mistake #2 was definitely choosing to argue with a pregnant lady because I immediately asked him why it was ridiculous to worry whether or not he was going on lunch dates with other women. (seriously, I think the only women he worked with were 20 years his senior...)
...and then... the rest of the dream resurfaced.... because "dream coworker/hussy" had obviously read more into their lunch than "dream clueless jerk that I married" and had cut paper hearts out of construction paper and pasted them all over our "dream apartment" and his "dream Geo"...
Luckily he's a quick learner... because he stopped arguing with the crazy pregnant lady right then and there... and made me breakfast. I'm MUCH more reasonable with a little protein in me. Or sugar...