Eric (last night): “Sooo…I know we’re still unpacking, but can I play golf tomorrow morning at 8am?”
Me: “Of course, that’s fine!”
Eric: “…and also at 1pm? My friend just invited me to play at his club.”
Me: “Sure babe, whatever you want!”
Eric: “You’re the best.” (rolls over, goes to sleep with smile on face)
Me: (Opens laptop. Logs golf hours to be paid back in diaper duty, on secret excel sheet created day after taking pregnancy test, to be presented to Eric during labor).
2 thoughts on “I AM the best”
Dang, why hadn’t I thought of that?
Love it! That is my Em.