Shoved to Them
“I have a business meeting for lunch almost every day this week and won’t get to come home and see you and the kids at lunchtime.” So began the tale of woe of my beloved husband this past Sunday night. I felt so guilty. We get to spend our days with each other, watching our stories and eating bon bons (it’s really stolen Easter candy, but bon-bons sounds better), while he has to work through lunch and doesn’t get to take a break at all. I honestly did feel badly for him and began to brainstorm all the ways I could make it up to him or reward him for all of his hard work. (I’m not telling you. This is a G-rated blog. So, don’t ask me!)
Last night, he dragged himself through the door, slowly and painfully. “He needs a shoulder rub and brisket for dinner.” I thought to myself. The poor dear works so hard. We are so lucky….
“Did you hurt yourself moving stuff today?” the loving wife asked. “You really do work too hard.”
“No. Our lunch meeting was at XYZ Pizza, the one with the go-karts? We spent the last 30 minutes of the meeting racing around and I hurt my back on the last curve,” the wicked husband replied.
Guess who no longer feels guilty? Guess who’s not feeling guilty all the way to the store to buy a cute pair of sparkly shoes. I’ll give you a hint. She had to wipe noses and bottoms yesterday while some other people were having “meetings”, eating free pizza, and racing go-karts.
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