The things we do for love
Aug. 5th, 2009 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norsegirlIt's over 100 degrees out and I spent my afternoon slaving away in a kitchen making chili?!?! Strangely, it's not the slaving over a hot stove that bothers me, but the product thus produced. I have absolutely no interest in consuming chili in this weather. I wanted fresh rolls, or maybe a salad, or something on the BBQ. But Jason requested chili, so here I am making it for him. Who in their right mind says to themselves... "it's hotter outside than a fever, I think I could really use a nice steaming bowl of chili"??? Anyway, it's made now, so he's eating it. I'll join him today just so I don't have to make 2 dinners, but after this I'm having fresh rolls and he'll have to finish this by himself.
It occurred to me this week that my entire condition at the moment is really his fault too. I hadn't really given much serious thought to the idea of having children until his brother's wedding. I was standing on a deck, munching away on asparagus, completely smashed drunk and watching him with the wedding party on the patio below. He gave a really moving, well-written speech, which of course I can't remember a single word of. And in that moment I realized I wanted to give him a daughter so he could stand up and speak at her wedding. As I recall, the post-reception sex was pretty fantastic, though we didn't start actively trying until a few years later. So here I am, sweltering away over a hot stove, barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen in one of the hottest summers on record in Texas, and it's all his fault ;)
Time to go pick the boy up from the office so we can make it home in time to watch So You Think You Can Dance.
It occurred to me this week that my entire condition at the moment is really his fault too. I hadn't really given much serious thought to the idea of having children until his brother's wedding. I was standing on a deck, munching away on asparagus, completely smashed drunk and watching him with the wedding party on the patio below. He gave a really moving, well-written speech, which of course I can't remember a single word of. And in that moment I realized I wanted to give him a daughter so he could stand up and speak at her wedding. As I recall, the post-reception sex was pretty fantastic, though we didn't start actively trying until a few years later. So here I am, sweltering away over a hot stove, barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen in one of the hottest summers on record in Texas, and it's all his fault ;)
Time to go pick the boy up from the office so we can make it home in time to watch So You Think You Can Dance.
