Much to my husband "chagrin" (yes..I had to google it)..I am not only not SuperMom, but I also fail to make the grade when it comes to being a SuperWife.
There are many reasons for this..kids, dogs, house, me, him. But my most shining example was exacted approximately 9 months ago and takes the form of a peanut butter sandwich.
Mr G came home from work one evening. This in itself was not a surprise as it is a regular fixture on our daily calendar.
What did surprise me was that on that particular occasion our normal daily banter of "How was your day dear?" was replaced by a mini diatribe by Mr G involving the lunches taken into work by his fellow workmates.
Apparently their wives make them very lovely lunches.
I don't make him any lunch at all.
There are reasons why I dont make him lunch. I am busy doing breakfast. I have to make the kids their school lunch. I never know what he might be doing at lunch. Maybe he would like to get out the office for lunch? Maybe I dont have enough room in my brain to plan another meal?
Anyway I took it that he meant business as by 11.30pm that night he was still going on about their sandwiches.
To say I was quite annoyed would be an understatement.
I had a small baby, 2 other kids, 2 dogs and 5 students living in my house. And I was still feeding my baby myself.
Mr G was not having any of it...and went on...and on...and on..and on about it.
I went to bed very unhappy with Mr G.
But once in bed (very tired and quite close to crying) I had a flash of inspiration.
The next morning I got up very cheerful. I didnt mention last nights little "discussion" and just got on with things in a bright and breezy manner. I also quickly put together a peanut butter sandwich and wrapped it in lovely clear cellophane for Mr G.
When Mr G came downstairs to go to work I presented him with his lunch.
He was really surprised. And actually quite grateful.
I felt a bit bad about what I was about to do.
This is what happened:
Me: "Here. I made you some peanut butter sandwiches to take to work today." *fake grin*
Mr G: "Thank you" *slight look of bewilderment*
Me: "Oops. Just forgot one small thing...."
At that point I took the sandwiches back from Mr G.
Then I dropped the pack of sandwiches on the floor, jumped up and down on them until they were flatter than a pancake, picked them up and handed them back to him.
Me: "Have a lovely lunch dear."
Mr G: " ummm..yes..thanks."
I am happy to say that Mr G took his peanut butter sandwiches into work as a shining example of what happens to your lovely packed lunch when you have a baby.
I did it for you girls...