Tuesday, February 19, 2008

My Feet vs Diet Coke

I don't think there is anything wrong with the fact that I like to be rubbed, massaged, and scratched. I can withstand hours of it. Seriously. Of course it's part of God's ironic plan for me that the man I married can't stand to be rubbed, massaged, or scratched. And since he doesn't like it, he doesn't see the need to do it to anyone else. I beg and plead and sometimes he will rub my feet for a few minutes. Sometimes he is nice and does a good job. Sometimes he communicates his irritation in the heavy-handed way he slaps my feet around.

So today I have been up and moving since 6:15am. Aside from getting myself dressed and packing a lunch, it seems my entire day has been about serving others ....
  • I'm serving the folks at work by providing them with support and assistance
  • I'm serving the step-son by taking him to school and reminding him of all those things he forgets because they're not permanently attached to his body or have something to do with PS2 cheat codes, anything military, legos, or just early teenage weirdness
  • I'm serving the community by being a safe and concientious driver
  • I'm serving my parents by making sure they can be proud of me
  • I'm serving my husband because I did come home, at least
  • I'm serving the dude who took his life in his hands by ringing my doorbell at 6:30pm this evening attempting to sell me meat out of a freezer in the back of his truck (I bought steaks and hamburgers)
  • I'm serving the doggies because I gave them super-mommie lov'in when I got home and fed them a cookie treat
  • And I served everyone in my household a FABULOUS dinner of spaghetti and meat sauce while also making a pot of homemade veggie soup for myself to take to work for lunches

And now my feet hurt.

But I'm also super thirsty and just swallowed my last sip of Diet Coke in the house.

So what does this mean for an Instant Mother (or more appropriately, instant wife)? I have to choose ... do I ask him to rub my feet or do I ask him to go to the Hot Spot at 10:55pm and get me some Diet Coke (and maybe some Bugles, Chocolate Milk, and a Heath Bar - I'm PMSing, don't cha know).

What's it gonna be???

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2 comments:

Jacque said...

And yes her poor hubby went to the store to get her Diet Coke, never mind that he is in enough pain to stall a train, had just taken two Demerol and a tylonol PM, chased with a shot of Nyquil, no he put those thoughts aside and got her a diet coke, oh, and a candy bar and choco milk and.....Her Husband.

February 19, 2008 at 11:37 PM
Rhett said...

way to go bob!!! that was the nice, most bestedt thing to do.

what a day you had. I am coming your way today so I'll see you sometime this afternoon. I got harrased by a coworker for meved having lunch with them on my visits, so I'm doing that today. I hope you understand. you know, its not every day the haves ask the havenots into their lunchtime. :)

I have to get the cookbook for the recipe. I'll send it this pm. it was oh so good with saffron rice andna salad and rolls. new best thing - pillsbury flaky dinner rolls. bake in a muffin pan! WOW!

February 20, 2008 at 5:14 AM

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