The Day the Music (Make That the Microwave) Died, Tales From the Bedroom and a Funny!

There is no other way to say this except to just say it. I blew up the microwave! I was multi-tasking. Steve was in his chair eating his lunch, I had just put Ryan down for his nap, and I decided to put my hamburger from W*ndy's in the microwave while I grabbed the monitor. Note here: W*endy's is the only fast food restaurant in our town which wraps its burgers in aluminum foil, you see where this is going, don't you? Well, folks I am here to say that a lot can happen in a mere 13 seconds. It was like one of those moments in the movies when everything slows down. I ran as fast as I could once I heard the first POP, but sadly I did not make it in time. When I did make it into the kitchen, poor Steve was surrounded by the most foul-smelling smoke---YUK! So I opened up the microwave and the contents were on fire, fire people! I had to run and get a glass of water and throw it into the microwave. Being the clean freak that I am I thought 'Oh, my gosh this is going to make a mess!', before I even worried that the thing might be broken! After the fire was out, I picked Steve up, chair and all, and put him into the living room to eat. At my Ethan Allen sofa table, with sticky peaches to eat, but what could I do? As Stevie is eating in the room he is not allowed to even play in, and looking rightfully confused as well, I called Jeff. Now what the heck I thought Jeff was going to do at that moment I don't know. At least being the sweetest husband around, he told me accidents happen and we'd just buy a new one. This one is not even two years old, and it's a spacesaver, so hopefully all matches up to the tile etc. I feel like such a dope! And I can't help but be upset that now I have to spend a couple hundred dollars to buy the same damn thing I already had! I mean there are many more ways I'd like to spend my money!!!

Thanks to all who posted about my sex, or lack of, problems. We did have a discussion whereupon my husband gave me the 'how could you think I don't find you attractive you goof' look, and all went well after that. The next night we went to church for a parenting class we are taking. I love this class, the people in it, AND that the kids have their own classes meaning I get an hour and a half w/o them and time to feel like an adult. Well, Jeff was running late from work, so he came in his suit. I have a serious attraction to men in suits, call me weird! Well, let's just say folks, the drought is over! It's amazing what a little time sans kids will do, oh, and a hubby that wears a suit! I have been feeling much better this week, knock on wood, so I think that's why I had any interest at all. In the past, I have been the one hoping he'll forget we were supposed to have sex! So I pray this depression stays away!

That same day Steve was boycotting napping/quiet time. He kept banging on his wall, so he lost his Elmo. I told him if he continued to bang on his wall, he'd lose Big Bird next time. Yes, you guessed it, he kept on banging on the wall. So in I go. Steve looks at me, turn around, grabs Big Bird, and hands him to me. No crying, no nothing. I ask you: what is a mom to do? I laughed my ass off after I closed his door, and told our church group about it. Sometimes you just have to laugh!