Baby, You're the Best*
I do believe my Husband deserves some kind of Super Husband Award for what he did yesterday.
Allow me to sing his praises:
Yesterday, I had a Ladies' Night Out with some of my Girlfriends. I went straight from work to the restaurant, where I had miso soup and salad with ginger dressing and teriyaki scallops and a glass of plum wine with a side of awesome conversation. (Although we sat at one of those tables where you sit on the floor on tatami mats, only at this restaurant, you dangle your feet into a hole beneath the table, and, honestly, all of us had our feet fall asleep by the end of the meal. I don't recommend this kind of seating arrangement.)
Anyway, I had forgotten that TODAY is the day that our cleaning lady comes. And you know, that on the day BEFORE the cleaning lady comes is the day that you have to clean up all of your crap so that the cleaning lady can actually CLEAN.**
So, when I came home last night at 9:15, Husband had, in fact, remembered that the cleaning lady was coming, and had somehow managed to do all of the following: declutter the house, take the kids to dinner, AND take the kids to a cub scout meeting (one of the big ones, a whole pack meeting, which is not something that I have ever been able to do because being with that many 7 to 12 year old boys in one place makes me hyperventilate.)
I KNOW. He is SuperGuy. He needs a cape.
If I weren't already married to him, I would totally want him to be my boyfriend.
*Carly Simon, Nobody Does It Better
**I am a terrible housekeeper. I know this about myself. Which is why we have a housekeeper that comes twice a month. I love her, and I feel like having her help helps us to make our house feel more like home and less like a cluttered mess. (Incidentally, E~ at Ordinary Time had a really interesting post last week about the difference between and housekeeping and homemaking. It's worth a read.)