Tuesday, November 11, 2014
So the hubby and I are supposed to be spending our last free night before working in the morning together and I'm sooo not a rockstar. I wish I could put a pic of the dress I wore the other night on here- scandalous! but tonight, I'm apparently a mother hen in a very non-sexy mother hennish way.
It's my daughter's first sleep over. She's had a few girls over here, spent a few nights at the mil's house, but it's her first over at someone else's.
I text her "How's it going?"
"Cool, see you tomorrow!"
"Bye! How is it there?"
"It's good. Hoping you're having a good time"
"I am, and man am I tired"
"lol. go to bed!"
"I'm not that tired"
"Ok. stop texting your mama and have fun. Love u!"
"Luv u too"
Who texts their mother at a sleepover?? And who admits that they're tired??!!
MY kid does.
The duality of it all is awesome, and probably one of the reasons my husband loves me, though I think he'd be hard-pressed to admit it right this second.
We were watching "Maleficent", and I started laughing at her telling the girl she doesn't like children (because I tell the kids that ALL the time when they're all trying to hug me). And he looked at me in such a way. A way that conveyed love and maybe a little adoration, but totally not the way you want your hubby looking at you on your 3rd anniversary.
Epic fail on my part. I killed it the other day, but tonight...I feel like I failed to be the good wife. And tomorrow is actually our official anniversary.