Easy Like Monday Morning

I woke up this morning and decided to practice being "easy."

You know, being the spouse of an ambitious type is sort of exhausting. He just wants to learn all these things and make all this money someday, and who am I to stand in his way? And bless his heart, he thinks he wants my opinion -- Florida? Or D.C.? Or NYU? -- but he doesn't really want my opinion.

Nobody really wants my opinions.

So today when I woke up in a real "I'll go where you want me to go, dear Holbsy" kind of mood, I decided to roll with it. Anyway, my husband somehow survived for twenty five whole years before I married him. He got by somehow without my constant wisdom and advice, right?

It is a good thing I decided because the first thing my Holbsdude did today was announce that he was taking the afternoon off. Coming home early! And just like that all of my hopes and dreams of a freshly scrubbed house had to be abandoned, because when The Holbs comes home the world stops. It is almost like a law of physics. He comes inside like a redheaded tornado and then asks me what I am up to every ten minutes. 

He arrived home at noon with a hungry belly, took one look at my morning bed head, and set to work brushing my hair for me. So, there went my emails.

"Want to go get some lunch?" he asked while he brushed.

Have you ever said no to a man who was brushing your hair?

But first we had to go to the Walmart on account of I had a dream that I went to the Walmart and bought a swiffer and used it to clean the floor under our bed and when I woke up I was like unto an woman obsessed. Dust bunnies!

My trips to the Walmart are sacred times. No husbands are allowed. I like to wander through the aisles, ponder lipstick colors I'd never wear, catch up on my text messages, you know. With The Holbs there, would I get to analyze cereal box nutrition information? Would I get to inspect thread counts on sheet sets and commune with paint chips? But in the spirit of being "easy" I let him come in with me. I let him talk me out of a baby Chihuahua-Pomeranian mix for sale in the parking lot, too. 

Then I let him take me to the Quiznos at the mall for a chopped salad. He got a roast beef sandwich and we ate them at a table in the middle of the mall for maximum people-watching. Then I let him tell me I couldn't buy him any shorts at Old Navy. They were 20% off! What are husbands for if you can't even buy them shorts in the summer?

Next he took me to the Kinkos so he could priority mail some something or other to the kind folks at Georgetown, and while he was doing that I tried on some reading glasses at the dollar store next door. Oh I love the dollar store! I almost bought some strawberry Twizzlers while The Holbs wasn't looking but then I didn't, because standing in that long line did not seem terribly easy to me at the moment. Also The Holbsugar saw me through the window with my armful of candy (Charleston Chews!) and he made that face at me which is to mean, "Seriously?" (But they only cost a dollar!) So. But now that I think about it I am really wishing I had a Twizzler.

Then I let him take me to Tye Dye Everything so I could smell like a hippie for the rest of the day. I have no idea why he took me to Tye Dye Everything. 

I let him drive me home and I even let him change the songs on the radio a zillion times.

Now I wonder if I should go practice being "easy" in the bedroom?

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P.S. The really wonderful thing about my life these days is all of the emails I get from readers who are struggling to get pregnant.

I recently got an email from a reader who had bought a onesie from me for the Nie Nie Fundraiser. She was struggling to get pregnant at the time and bought it for "someday." A few months ago she emailed to tell me that her someday had finally come. Isn't that wonderful? 

Yesterday I got an email from a reader who needed someone to share her frustrations with. I was so honored to get that email. (Expect a reply from me soon!)

Today I got an email from someone who had just found out she was expecting. I was the second person she told!

And I just wanted to tell you all how much I love being included in your lives.

I hope you know how very seriously I take your trust,

and how very much I've appreciated your prayers and love and support too.

Thanks times forty million. xo