frazzled & frumpy

I think I've figured it out.  Of course, it could be that my life isn't as interesting as these other women.....Nah!  That can't be it.  So, after studying their blogs, I came up with the real reason my blog is still unknown. I don't have a creative, quirky name for my husband.  Seriously.  They all have one.   nienie has her Mr. Nelson.   cjane 's hubby is Chup (sounds like 'soup', but I still say it like 'cup' in my head. Can't help it.)    The Mom writer-Ruth- calls her husband Sir Scott. And, my favorite nickname?  The Pioneer Woman has the Marlboro Man.   See? Cute. Fun. I've tried some different names, but nothing has felt right.  So, I'm trying to come up with something. Here's a few ideas- The Spider Exterminator -  this is accurate, it is what he does, but it seems a bit long and not very catchy. Vanilla Ice - because he likes vanilla ice cream-really, it's his favorite. But, I think this one is taken....

When my kids have a bad dream, they always come to me. Never dad. I know it's probably the whole mother-nurturing thing, but I think it's also partly because dad never remembers his dreams. He thinks it's weird that I remember mine, I think it's weird he doesn't. (And there you have the secret to our relationship- we're both weird.) So, he doesn't have the empathy about bad dreams. He's had them, I'm sure, but if you can't remember being chased by a little green martian (true dream from my youth) or having a bald head sticking out of a wall and biting you (also true), then you can't really understand what kind of terror will send a kid running to his mother's bedside with pleas of sleeeping in the safety of her bed. They're all getting a little big to 'climb in', so I usually make them a bed on the floor. I've warned Chip that he isn't allowed even that. At 6'4", I figure he's big enough to deal with night...

Here are a few lessons learned this week- When you send your husband and three boys to scout camp, you should not save your worry for the ones under 18. Buying shoes for camp at DI is a very good idea. ($8 Nikes, not bad.) A freshly sharpened ax will cut straight through $8 Nikes, skin and the tendon to your toe. Taking your husband to the doctor is very different than taking your kids. (Did you realize your husband could answer for himself? Took me a while.) If you sever the tendon to your second toe, your surgeon will give you the option of not having surgery, thus leaving you with a floppy toe for the rest of your life. Men do not want to have any appendage on their body referred to as 'floppy'. Hose on men- not sexy. Putting TED hose on your man- a little bit sexy. A hospital can fancy-up their cafeteria with a cool name-Mountain View Cafe and Grill- but, it's still hospital food. Having your husband home for a week is fun, having him home for a week in bed on Lortab...

...is worth a thousand words......