The other day, on the way home TheOldest tells my honey, “Daddy, when we get home, you and me and all the other kids can go metal detecting while Mama relaxes and does the dishes.”
TheOldest, again, the other day, picked up my Created To Be His Helpmeet by Debi Pearl that I’ve been reading and asked me what it’s about. I told him that it’s about how to be a better wife. And he says, “So, it tells you things like not to yell at Daddy?”
Because, really, this isn’t me.
Ever.
Really. This is me. All the time.
Really.
