Sunday Funday

Today, the boys and I laid in bed all day watching Scooby Doo and TMNT movies. The baby slept with me again, starting around midnight and we were up at 3 and 6 for more meds. At 10 am, we all woke up "for good". Poor guy's temp was 103.8° so I called it... "Junk food and movie marathons in bed" Day. No other plans necessary. It rained, we slept (and by "we", I mean Jman slept too... He never takes naps. It was weird), I scared the crap out of my neighbor with my appearance (in my defense, she woke me up from a nap, so I didn't take the time to check my appearance before answering the door...) and then we ate Pasta con Broccoli (of course I forgot the mushrooms... Oh they were sitting right there on the second shelf in my fridge, but I'm exhausted and skipped right over that part of the directions... Smh. I need a vacation). Now, both boys are in bed. Well, my oldest keeps coming out, telling me he forgot things: 1st- he forgot to throw away trash, 2nd- he forgot to brush his "very back teeth", 3rd- he wanted to know what this little bump on his arm was from (...seriously?! How the heck do I know? I told him it was a bug bite from last week...no sense in making up something scary right now. I mean, I DO want him to go to sleep!) and now, my husband just came home from work so it's only a matter of time before Jman realizes this and is out of bed again. 

So I'll take this time to share a funny story with y'all that happened a little bit ago.

I hate laundry. If you've ever been to my house, it's perfectly clear: the laundry room is a judgment-free zone. Oh, I don't mind doing laundry- like sorting it, putting a load into the wash, switching the loads around and taking items out of the dryer... It's the whole hang-and-fold-then-match-the-sock-and-fold-the-underwear-before-putting-it-all-away part that I despise. I guess HATE is too strong of a word bc I'd much rather do laundry than clean the bathrooms and I'd much rather clean the bathrooms than mow the lawn. So really I just strongly dislike laundry. But it is on the verge of hate. Very VERY close. 

Well, two moms in my life LOVE laundry: my step-mom and my mother-in-law. They are weirdos lol! Kidding. But every time they come to my house, they tend to clean (I mean reclean, as I typically clean before they arrive) and do the 100 loads of laundry that are scattered throughout the laundry room. I have accepted this. They give me grief about it, duh, but at the end of my long days... I don't have to do it so I'll take their criticisms. ---- I say that with love and only a slightly sarcastic tone...and a small eye roll. Hahaha

Ok, so let's get on with why that is important to the story line. 

I love lingerie. My husband loves lingerie (on me, obviously, although I'd pay quite a lot of money to see him try and slip into one of my outfits hahaha... Yeah... I'm picturing it now and laughing. He's 6'1 and has a very muscular body. *wiping a tear from my eye* I'll go ahead and continue. So we recently went on a date night and bought a pink get-up from Victoria's Secret. I had been feeling pretty good about my body (bc I am working out again and trying to cut back on my Oreo consumption. That part's not going so well... I'm in a 12-step process) and wanted to grab some lingerie that showed it off (woot woot!) The lingerie I bought just so happens to have some sequins... If you know anything about laundry, you know that sequins are beautiful, but a pain to wash. And I did NOT want to hand wash anything. We have an expensive washer/dryer and it should be able to balance my checkbook and take the kids to school for as much as it cost... So, I figured sequined lingerie would be a piece of cake for my washing machine. I was trying a new thing called, "wash dirty clothes each night before you go to bed". It was sort of working. Now, it's nonexistent again. Oh well, if at first you don't succeed...

Two days later...

My Mother-in-law stops in for a little visit and decides her grandchildren need clothes that are not full of wrinkles. So she does our laundry. I forgot what I was doing, but she was calling my name pretty loudly so I figured it was to give me grief about the dirty clothes. Ummm, almost. 

I walk in and she says, "so, you guys going to have a third [child]?" 

To which I quickly replied, "uh, nope. Not happening." I was kind of confused as to why she's not accepting this even after my husband and I both told everyone we were DONE... 

She gave a "yeah-right-I'll-believe-it-when-I-see-it" kind of look before looking me square in the eyes and saying, "you know how I know there'll be a #3 soon?" And to my utter horror, she picks up my hot pink outfit from VS and twirls it around her finger. "From this little number right here". 

And now I don't blush easily, but damn it, I think I was sweating more than a whore in church after she said that. It's funny now, but OMG was it embarrassing as hell. And that pink lingerie has not been worn since. Which is a shame bc it really is quite beautiful. Maybe when I can look at it without thinking of my MiL, I'll wear it again hahahaha. 

Oh and ladies, please, wear sexy little outfits for your husbands and stop over thinking things. He's a guy: not much else goes on in that head of his once you start foreplay. 

And guys... You're welcome. 

If anyone wants the Pasta con Broccoli recipe, here it is. It tastes just like Pasta House's. But please, don't ruin it with whole grain pasta. I have yet to find a recipe where whole grain pasta actually tastes GOOD...

Pasta con Broccoli