I'm a married momma of 2 funny and active boys - one very talkative 7 year old (the kid, born Feb '06), and one busy preschooler (baby E, born Sept '10). I'm also a social worker with an unusual amount of knowledge about pregnancy for someone who's never experienced it firsthand. This blog is the telling of my journey to and through motherhood, with some sarcasm thrown in.
We were driving down a road in our neighborhood, on the way to my mom's house. We were in this massive red truck. The boys were in the backseat. Hubby wad driving along with this huge smile on his face.
And I. Was. Livid. He'd just shown up with this truck, all proud of himself. Hadn't talked to me first about this enormous purchase. Where was this money supposed to come from???!!!!!
We pulled up in front of my mom's house and I saw his Cam.ery sitting in her yard with a "for sale" sign in the window, another sign stuck in the yard. My anger, if it was even possible, increased significantly. I grabbed that yard sale and, with all I had, slung it across the yard.
I wanted scream and yell and pummel him with my fists. I was beyond furious. I couldn't come up with even one word, my anger was so intense.
And then, well, I woke up.
My hubby has a dream of getting a truck. Now, it just ain't gonna happen for several reasons. But still he yearns. One night last week I dreamed he had gotten that truck. And, poor fella, I was still so angry when I woke up that I could hardly talk to him.
I can laugh about it now. But it took over an hour.
Poor, hubby. Sorry I was cranky with you about that. You're still not getting that truck, though...
Today's Lesson: Poor hubby gets in trouble for things he doesn't even do.