A couple weeks ago I was out late, and when I got home the kitchen was still a mess. Jonathan had promised he would clean up but it wasn’t done. For maybe the very first time in our marriage I was too tired to remind him of the promise or clean everything up myself. (Yes, I just publicly admitted that I can be a nag.)
And then, at midnight, without me saying a thing, he cleaned the entire kitchen until it was sparkly clean. And yes, he knows how to clean a kitchen because he’s done it many, many times but usually it’s because I’ve been whining about it.
When he crawled into bed, I said, “So, after seven years of marriage I’m rubbing off on you, huh? You couldn’t go to bed without the kitchen being clean?” He simply shook his head at me and smirked.
Jonathan rubs off on me too, in lots of good ways. Last night he had a training run and I had a haircut so the Melvin’s watched Anna. When both of us were done with our respective commitments we met up at Mel’s Diner because he was starving for dinner and I wanted dessert. It was there he filled me in on the latest news with the Manti Te’o hoax. We had a great discussion about the whole thing which prompted me to stay up late and write a quick article for Her.meneutics which you can read by clicking here.
Being a stay-at-home mom and a writer is hard to juggle sometimes especially when I want to write anything related to breaking news. As Jonathan fell asleep last night, and I began to pen the article by the glow of my laptop, he said, “Don’t over complicate it, Lesley.” I don’t think he’s ever given me writing advice, period, and yet the short words he offered allowed me to get something done and submitted by 1:30am.
Thank you, sweet husband, for teaching me to like football (kind of) and for always supporting my writing.
I hope you’ll all hop over to CT’s Her.meneutics and weigh-in on this interesting hoax.