I Miss My Man!

I miss my husband.  While he is away, I’ve been noticing all the funny stuff he does.  He is always messing with stuff around the house.  Yesterday I found a safety pin clipped around one of my hair ties.  Who takes time to do something like that?  The other day he stacked all the shampoo and conditioner bottles on top of each other in the shower.  When I asked him why he had done it, he said so that I would ask him why he did it.  He also uses the most random dishes we own.  I have two juice glasses that don’t match anything else and I store them in the back of the cupboard, behind everything else.  But when Christopher wants juice, those are the glasses he pulls out!  Or when he comes home from the gym, he takes off his socks and puts them on the foot board of our bed… I still have no idea why.  It’s funny, too, that we’ve lived in the same house for a year and a half and he still doesn’t know where the Tupperware goes (and he’s never known in any of our other houses either).  He leaves little trails whenever he comes home.  You can find where he has been by following the keys, the cell phone the water bottle, the mail, the laptop, and whatever else he’s brought with him.  Problem is, he can never find where he’s left all these items!

He reminds me of the Gershwin song They Can’t Take That Away from Me:

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea…
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No, no, they can’t take that away from me.

I’m so glad he comes home tomorrow afternoon!

While Chris is away at the youth conference, Isaiah and I have been babysitting a turtle!  Our pastors are out of town and their boys are with Chris at the conference, so we have their pet turtle in a terrarium on our kitchen table.  Isaiah is fascinated with it.  The first thing he does each morning is run into the kitchen asking, “Where tu’tle?”  It sleeps a lot and this bugs Isaiah because it hides under leaves and he can’t see it.  He goes up by the turtle and says, “Wha’s wrong, Tu’tle?”  I tell him the turtle is sleeping, but he doesn’t like that answer very well.  He wants the turtle to do cool stuff so he can watch.

Chester, on the other hand, is afraid of the turtle.  Our dog is such a city-slicker!  When the turtle is awake, it walks around its container and its shell bumps on the glass.  Chester hears the knocking sound and freaks out (he starts barking when our ice machine drops cubes into the bucket, so you can only imagine what this does to him).  I tried to get him to jump up on my lap so he could look in the turtle’s terrarium, but he refused.  I had to grab him and hold him to show him the turtle, but the whole time he was tense and as soon as I let him go, he jumped down.  Then he stood on the floor at a “safe distance,” glaring at the turtle (it was moving around, so he could see it), and barked with all his might.  He’s such a drama queen!