I Have My Talents
Mike and I have a very loving, almost gag worthy if you don’t like sweetness, relationship. He often compliments me and I often tell him he’s full of crap. I know he is sincere in his compliments and really means the things he says, but I am not good at believing nice things about myself. I wish I were. Life would be much simpler that way. I’d be happier. Instead, I am full of self-doubt and self-loathing most of the time.
Today, however, Mike gave me a compliment spoken with such awe and enthusiasm that I couldn’t help but believe it. Never has a man spoken the words “you are the most awesome wife ever” and meant it.
Did I cook a great supper? Clean the house till is sparkled? Send him to work with a nutritious and delicious lunch?
No.
I just did what I always do–fed our screaming baby. I guess my method was a bit unorthodox. In fact, I hesitate to mention it because who wants to hear about boobs, but Mike is insistent that the world know just how awesome I am. It is clear he is a man. Personally, I am appalled at the things my body can do.
We are heading up to Ohio this weekend so the car required a wash. MisterE started screaming in the middle of it and I was desperate to make him stop, so I scooched over beside his seat, whipped out the boob and fed him without removing him from the car seat. He’s big enough now that he can reach a little further, so it worked out very nicely. This new talent of mine should make our trip a little easier, though I’m a bit afraid it could cause an accident if a trucker just happens to look in the window.
I guess there are advantages to big boobs. All in all I’d rather be a C cup.
April 19th, 2006 at 1:08 pm
lol Men get wow’d by the silliest things. However, I think Mike had a right to be awestruck. It’s amazing how innovative you are when you have to be.
And Ohio – Woohoo! It’s supposed to be nice here this weekend! Yay!
April 19th, 2006 at 2:40 pm
That is pretty funny. I remember my best friend doing the same thing when we were moving her and her family into a new house across the state. The baby started screaming after about an hour and that’s when my friend realized she had forgotten to feed her before we left. Her husband was following in the moving truck, so we called him to let him know there was nothing to worry about when we pulled off into the weigh station so she could get in the backseat. Nothing like driving down an interstate highway with your best friend nursing a baby in the backseat.
April 22nd, 2006 at 3:40 pm
I’ve done the exact same thing!!! It can be rather uncomfortable though. I’m only five one, so the latch on was a little crooked, but it was worth it. There was no more crying.
April 24th, 2006 at 7:59 am
I’m a C cup and I’m totally jealous.