Lately my house seems impossible to clean. I don’t know why this is. I guess it could be a number of things a) I have no energy so each chore seems insurmountable b) the babies wreak havoc on every room all day long c) see b. This morning I walked through the house picking up stray pairs of size four Dora underpants (that clearly don’t fit me anymore), a random coffee carafe, my Bed Buddy Microwave Heat-Pack which had been missing for three days, various art projects from Elby’s school, fake fruit, index cards and many many many many toys. So many freaking toys and I don’t know where they all come from or what to do with them. It’s like I buy one toy and it mulitiplies like Gremlins. Three days ago Matilda grabbed a jumbo box of Special K and dumped it all over the floor in the hallway. I eventually swept up as much as I could but there are still flakes in every room of the house, in the carpeting, in the babies’ cribs and on the counter tops. Last night I felt someting stabbing my calf in bed and when I reached down it was a piece of cereal. I give up. Mess, you win. Uncle. I am resigned to live in a pit until the twins are at least five since Elby is not a whole lot better. But on to the real reason for today’s post.
As opposed to most husbands, Jon is extremely helpful at cleaning up. Often times he’ll clean the kitchen without even being asked. Also, he is a wonderful father and an amazing lover.
(Help. I’m writing this post under duress. Jon is mad that I make it seem like I’m steering this parenting ship all alone and he wants his props in my blog. I tried to explain to him that it’s my damn blog, and despite his excellent parenting chops, his devotion to his family, his never ending patience and the heavy lifting he does in the earning department, I prefer to take all the credit. I tried to assure him that the compliments to him are all implied but he didn’t buy it. He threatened to discontinue supplying me with ice cream, take-out and help with my US Weekly jokes if I didn’t set the record straight)
Ahem…Another thing I love about Jon is that he’s extremely handsome but doesn’t going around acting all “Whoa, check out the pecs on this guy!” Okay actually he does but it doesn’t seem at all cocky the way he says it.
Are you still stuck on the fact that I used the word lover to describe Jon? When is the last time you used the word “lover” in a sentence? I’m betting it’s been awhile. But I like to throw a few surprises into my writing. Keeps it fresh.
If you’ve learned nothing else today, please leave with this morsal: My Dr. Oz is airing tomorrow, Thursday. Check your local listings. On the show with me was Mary, a gorgeous blonde mama who was brave enough to talk about her drinking as well. She is so relatable and brave plus she has quite a story. She brought me a necklace she designed herself and it is absolutely stunning. You can find her here.
Another thing to love about Jon? He takes almost all of these pictures I post. These last two and the picture of Elby swinging on my last post are HDR photos. This means that he takes them in a raw format, does a bunch of hooey to them which takes a long long time and has to do with layers and light and then ten hours later, voila! In other words, blah blah blah great pictures! Have I mentioned my husbands pecs?