My mom & sis visit me
No meal planning required
No chest to rest my bleary-eyed, messy-haired head upon. Oh wait, I could have rested it upon Elena’s but she’s not as broad as Gene. Plus her little feet were too busy digging into my gut and pushing me away. And her hand was busy stroking my ear, which is not at all romantic coming from your three year old child.
No funny drywall stories that make me laugh until I cry. Like the time he picked up a glue tube only to discover it was full of pee, (not his) and dumped it over himself. Those drywallers are a scary bunch.
No sighing loudly in the middle of the night and poking his arm just to wake him up. Because I am awake. Because one of the children is awake. And he promised “for better or for worse”, and I take that very seriously. So seriously that I must wake him up to experience the “for worse” with me.
We had phone calls to update each other’s lives. I don’t like ‘em.
No glancing out my window and seeing the rugged man himself chasing an errant heifer or delivering a newborn calf.
No one to take out my trash. I might break a nail, you see. (Of course I saved the bags for him, I don’t like for him to get too rusty with his abilities)
No one to tell my dreams to. Oh wait, I did tell Sherry about the dream I had about her needing to go back to Ohio to pick up some anti-diarrhea medication. Like we don’t sell that in PA or something.
So it’s really great to have Gene back into my life. Now we can get on with our busy schedules, daily fun chit-chats, and obsessive cereal eating.
Anyway, I had a great time with mom, Sherry, and Sherry’s children. (city slicker Miller kids, that don’t actually live in the city) I don’t know if they had much fun though, because we didn’t do much but laze around my place. We were going to do some cool things, but all the kids got sick. Yup that’s right. So instead of doing cool things, we brewed pots of coffee and lazed around all weekend. I didn’t do much work because, well, I didn’t. I get all lazy when I’m around my mom, and then she picks up my slack and does my work for me.
Here’s the quote of the weekend
Gene’s dad walked in the house
Wynn asking Elena:” Is that your grandpa?”
Elena: “No, it’s my daddy’s grandpa”
Wynn(knowingly): “Oh, then he’s your uncle”
7 thoughts on “Notes from Last Weekend”
Very cute post. Nice way with words. Loved the quote.
My your drywallers would fit right in with the hoodlums we had… thank goodness I found no pee.
I could do a post like this next week. My hubby left today for the weekend. Unfortunately, my mom and sister are NOT coming. Oh well, I shall make the best of it. Your stories trip me out.
giggling at the kids…isn’t it great how much a part of silly, boring, everyday life our hubbies become. i miss jon terribly whenever we are apart. i don’t think all couples are like that so we’ve got something sweet i think.
RYC:ha! that`s so funny. i didn`t even notice he was amish. made me smile. the real Q i have, is that i just saw in the corner he wrote “age 5”? weird, i have to ask him about that. enjoy your night out. i sure would be into doing a night out with you guys. if it was ever possible- ha. reading this post reminded me of all the jolly times we used to have. loved the uncle/grandpa quote at the end. your sense of humor is just the best! 🙂
that`s okay and thanks for the “2 comments”. makes me feel cooler than “0 comments”. 🙂
I don’t really know you, but I’ve came to your site a couple times, because I love your writing. Your “for better or worse” story cracked me up. I’ll have to remember that some night when I’m up with my kid. I think my bro. Joel Stauffer knows you. Am I right? ~Cheryl