Yesterday, after a full day of work, I left the office and called my little sister. We're going to the BYU opera tomorrow night, so I had to pick up our tickets from her. She was getting ready for a big date to a DIFFERENT opera, and was frantically running around her apartment, simultaneously trying to get me my tickets, get her laundry out of the public laundry machines, cook broccoli and cheese soup, and find the perfect opera outfit. Meanwhile, my older sister called me and we joked about being the dad who is so embarrassing when the girls go on dates, and talks about his shotguns and what the boys intentions are and stuff. I love my sisters.
When I finally got Landen out the door on her date, with the perfect outfit, perfect jewelry, and perfect coat (borrowed from me), I went home. I was in the house for all of 10 minutes when Philip walked in the door. And there was no dinner on the table. Or cooking on the stove. Or planned one single bit.
"That's okay...let's just have smoothies."
So we had smoothies and doritos for dinner. What a great wife I am.
I made up for it later by giving him a nice back rub and cuddling him in our bed for an hour, even though I knew I'd fall asleep (which I did) and have to get up later to paint for several hours (which I did).