True Story Tuesday - I threw an egg at my husband

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Ok, I can't believe I'm actually admitting to this. It's pretty bad. I'm sure I'll get a lecture from my mother about being nicer and not throwing things. In fact, Mom, just don't read this.

Saturday morning, I got up about 6:30 for a cool early morning run and quick stop to the grocery store. When I went downstairs, Jack was already up and I asked if he wanted to go with me. Just a little tip, it's tough to run while helping a 5 year old with his newfound bike riding ability. I alternated between sprinting, walking while pushing a bike, pushing a 5 year old on a bike while running, and just some plain old jogging. I'm pretty sure I burned enough calories to equal at least one bowl of ice cream though!

Anyways, all my other family members were alseep, so as Jack got dressed I left a LARGE, BOLD note for Alex on the couch in the family room.

I'm sure you're asking why I didn't leave it on the kitchen. I have left notes there before and Alex has missed them. He has told me that he's not expecting to see a note. As our kitchen counter was somewhat cluttered (*gasp* I know, I'm such a neat freak and I had a moment of weakness!) I figured he would miss it. Since our family room as very clean it seemed like there was no way he could miss it.

He did.

(This is the super clean family room. Do you see the note?)

About an hour later, as I'm checking out in Kroger, in comes a barefoot and completely frantic Alex, holding Melody and Charlie and the relief at seeing Jack spreads across his face.

He apparently got the other kids up and couldn't find Jack, did not see the note, didn't know where Jack was and panicked. (The irony of this is that he told me he did look all over the kitchen counter for a note!)

I got angry with him for not seeing the note I went to such great pains to place in a totally obvious spot!

We went home irritated. Then we argued a bit. Then I threw an egg. Which actually bounced off my husband and cracking only when it hit the wall, splattering egg everywhere. Yes, I cleaned it up. I'm pretty sure Alex took a lot some slight joy in watching me do this. By the way, egg is really hard to clean off of wooden blinds, windows, paint, and baseboards.

So there it is. That's a true story and a pretty big confession all in one.

Babe, I'm sorry that I was angry with you. I should have just seen the humor in the situation and been happy that you love our child so much that you were willing to walk into Kroger barefoot to find him.
I'm sorry I didn't control my temper better.
I'm glad you saw the humor in the egg throwing.
I'm glad we made up.
And I'm really glad we finally designated a place to put all notes!

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And in other news...anybody see The Bachelorette last night? I know y'all aren't going to believe this, but I actually thought what Wes did was pretty funny and I thought that Jillian had it coming. Had this been 5 episodes ago, I would have sided with Jillian. But, seriously, how many people warned her? Yet, she kept "following her instincts". Um, well, Jillian, it looks like your instincts lead you to make some pretty poor choices.