My husband and I had an especially romantic evening this week.
My boys conked out early in the night, but I finally made enough mean mommy threats to get Evie (5) and Dani (7) to stay in their beds. All was blissfully quiet.
About half an hour later, Husband and I were both leisurely relaxing in our adjustable bed, working side-by-side on our laptops, just across the hall from our girls’ bedroom. That’s what we call date night.
I’m not usually a songstress, but something overcame me and I broke into a little ditty.
Husband joined in. I don’t like to brag, but it was quite a spectacular performance.
I grabbed a bowl of cereal and brought it back to bed. I noticed Husband seemed to be the tiniest bit irritated by my cereal serenade, but I continued with my mostly inconspicuous chomping.
My better half then pressed the vibrating button for his side of the bed, in his attempt to dilute my crunching noises. It makes this terrible “jjjjjjjj” noise and shakes the whole house!
Teasingly, but dead seriously, I made my complaint known, “Nooooo! Turn it off! You’re so mean! Why do you test me so!?!” To which my husband replied with a victorious, “Ah-hah! I’ll turn it off, if you take your chomping into the other room.”
I punched him and tried to grapple the remote from his devious little mitts.
But then! It occurred to me that one of my girls could still be awake. They may not understand that we were teasing. Only, I really wasn’t teasing. I was mad, which makes it worse!
I stated loudly, “Oh dearest, I was only teasing. You are a most wonderful husband and I love you.”
Husband gave me a look that only many years of togetherness can muster.
I continued, “And also, don’t we just have the best kids? I can tell that Dani is really trying to be nice lately. And Evie is doing so well in school.”
Husband catches on, “They’re asleep.”
“You don’t know that. Hey kids, is anyone awake!?!”