Today we are going back up to the hospital to have Merrick’s stitches taken out. Which, I admit, is a little bit of a bummer because he could have made a kick-ass Frankenstein’s monster for Halloween. Am I right?
Caleb’s new job is going well. He likes it enough. I’ve managed to be the perfect housewife over the past 2 days–getting the kids off to school on time, running all the errands, remembering to feed the dogs, having dinner on the table when Caleb comes home. The other night, I baked (alright, bought) a little congratulations cake for him. I took out the trash this morning and I even had time to comb my hair and put on real clothes. This charade can’t last; but I’ll hold out a little while longer so that my husband feels okay leaving me alone with the kids.
That was a joke.
Seriously, though, I hope he doesn’t expect me to keep this crap up. Getting dressed, grocery shopping, and Hamburger Helper? What am I? A triathlete?
Part of me is a little weirded out that he’s going to an actual office everyday, doing actual work with actual people that he actually interacts with. Even at his old job, he worked from home most of the time. And when he travelled he only met with dirty old used-car salesmen. What if he makes new friends? What if girls–more educated and career-oriented girls–flirt with him? What if he makes out with one of them at an office Christmas party? What if he forgets how much fun I am? What if I’m so tired from doing what housewives do that I forget how to be fun? What if he gets to go to restaurants everyday for lunch while I’m stuck at home with a peanut-butter-and-sprinkles sandwich? And who’s going to eat all the lunchmeat I just bought?
What if he likes his new job better than me?
Well. That’s probably enough of that. I’ve got to go brainstorm how to make Merrick look freaky for Halloween. Someone suggested dressing him up as a baseball. Personally, I thought that maybe giving Mia a lumberjack-style flannel shirt, a hockey mask and a chainsaw while having her pull Merrick in a wagon would be absolutely hysterical. But like I said, once the stitches are removed, the effect is lost. Damn.