My Husband is a Teenager with a Mortgage

As many of you know, I just got back from a three week hiatus in the Gulf Coast. Since we don’t have much family close by, I thought it would be a good idea to take Puddin’ to see his grandparents and cousin before he starts pre-school this fall. On Saturday, we stayed with my husband’s brother in Atlanta, before continuing our trip home to Raleigh on Sunday. What would normally be about a five to 6 hour drive in the car was extended to an almost 8 hour trip due to some very heavy rain and thunderstorms in Charlotte, NC. We pulled off the road a several times to let the rain pass and Puddin’ was a trooper the entire trip. He did not complain once!

Once home we unpacked everything and let Puddin’ find all the toys he had missed for three weeks and assured him that his room was still in tack. While daddy spent some time catching up with him, I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few items for the next day. When I got home Puddin’ was out cold.

Once Puddin’ was settled for the night, my husband and I had the opportunity to “catch up” (*wink*). That’s when I noticed them…..the dark charcoal gray bed sheets. My husband had previously informed me on a phone call the first week I was gone that he was busy doing yard work, cleaning house and had bought new blankets for our bed. I never gave it a second thought. Once in bed, I could not help but think about those dark gray bed sheets. They bothered me, period! As we were um, “catching up” I couldn’t help but giggle about the new bed ensemble that my husband had concocted on his own.

My giggling got worse and I could not stop. All I could think of while he was kissing me was those dark gray bed sheets, the new hospital blue blanket and the safety orange fuzzy blanket that covered me. This was not my room it was some teenage boys room! It was like puberty had thrown up in our bedroom.

At this point, he was wondering what in the hell was going on. When he asked about my giggles, I exploded into gut-wrenching laughter! I couldn’t help myself as I explained how I thought his blanket choices not only made our bedroom look like a bachelor pad, but I felt like the bad girl in a teenage boy’s bedroom. 

Needless to say, that killed the mood. With a hurt ego we ended up changing the bed that night. Kudos to all the stuff my husband accomplished around the house while I was away, but next time I leave town please don’t change the bed sheets!