Today, my husband said, "I didn't just marry you, I married Dawn and her crazy-bitch-twin alter ego." Don't worry, he usually isn't this sweet. Why? You want to know, well, I'll tell you, I guess, since I'm being forced to write daily. It's because we are going to go watch Ironman tomorrow, and I suggested we go watch it tonight instead. He said no and my day continued.
Later, my daughter, the ever-beautiful fourteen-year-old Yvonne, asked, "Why not tonight?"
And I said, "Because Daddy doesn't want to go tonight."
This is when he decided to say I'd been harping on it all day long. Personally, I think he was being a bit unfair, but my opinion doesn't matter. He doesn't even believe that this is homework. Ass.
I was going to talk about two inventions I've been dreaming of since I've had memories, but I'll save that for later I guess--for tomorrow maybe, unless he utters some other love-strewn words of bliss at me that I will then feel the need to share.
1 comment:
Dawn,
I completely get what you are saying. Reading and writing is homework. They don't get it. It is like my education is some little hobby similar to quilting. Another problem I encounter is that I must stay up really late for a little piece of quiet in order to concentrate. Then at 5:30 AM on a Saturday morning that guy I married wakes me up wondering why his progeny broke the garage door. "I didn't break the garage door, Emily did. Go wake her up and ask her."
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