It must be a blast to be married to me.

Posted on February 21, 2011 by halalamama

Sunday night, Ismael stood in the living room dorking around with a pair of glasses.  Of course, the following dialogue is provided entirely by yours truly.  My husband…he doesn’t talk much… leaves more for me.

Hey there, what’cha doing?  Is it important?  Oh great.  Carry on then.

::grabbing his arm, shaking all over, and yelling directly in his ear::

MommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyMOMMOMOMOM….apple juice!  apppppplllllleeeeee juiiiiiicccccccccccceeeeeeee  eeeeempppppppptyyyyyyyy  MOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY MOMMMYYY JJJJUIIIIICCCCCEEEEE

Now. Imagine boiling water for broccoli and hamburger frying in a pan, all in your hands.  Now you know what it’s like to cook dinner in this house.  My work here is done.

About halalamama

I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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2 Responses to It must be a blast to be married to me.

  1. George says:
    February 23, 2011 at 1:19 pm

    Remarkable information and facts! I have been hunting for anything such as this for a time now. Many thanks!

  2. deborah l quinn says:
    February 24, 2011 at 8:03 pm

    And this scene is why all mothers are really prime candidates for joining a juggling troupe, or cirque du soleil. Because you didn’t spill the boiling water, or lose the hamburger over the side onto the floor, did you? See? Expert.