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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Nap, Interrupted

The day after Christmas, we were running around like crazy people, getting things together for mil's birthday lunch. She turned 50(a baby still, I know!), so we had her presents, flowers, balloons, and cake, all taken to the restaurant of her choice to surprise her.

We were there for over two hours.

After all that, plus everything that I had done to get things ready for Christmas the previous few days, I was completely wiped out.

Hubs actually made the incredibly rare suggestion that I go take a nap and he'd keep an eye on the boys.

Perhaps he was feeling guilty that he did not come through with the one Christmas present that I had requested, I don't know.

But, I didn't question it.

Promptly stripped down into my comfy clothes and fell into bed.

And into a coma.

The bedroom door comes flying open a little while later and I have to unglue my face from my pillow.

Yes, I drool in my sleep.

I drool a LOT if I'm fortunate enough to reach that coma-like state of sleep.

Hubs tells me that his aunt drove up to surprise his mom for her birthday and she's upstairs.

I consider going back to sleep, but decide that it's not going to happen without mil thinking I'm incredibly rude and throwing that in my face for the next forever or so.

So, I throw my new bathrobe on over my tank and underwear and go up to say hi to auntie.

Um, yeah, except that Hubs neglected to mention that it's not just his aunt, but her whole family.

I did tell you that it was a short robe that Hubs gave me, right?

I mean, I wasn't showing off my next Tuesday(I still laugh thinking about Charlotte from Sex in the City spelling that out), but I would have put on PANTS had I known that it wasn't just her.

Hubs then makes the announcement that "We have enough leftovers here- Shell will be happy to cook dinner here."

Whoa, buddy.

I was just enjoying my coma nap and I had planned on throwing a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.

And while we did have enough ham, corn, and sweet potato casserole left, that was IT. And the only reason we had sweet potato casserole left is because I purposely made a double batch so that I could eat off of it for days.

It was not enough to feed 12 people.

I DO like to cook for people.


I had just cooked a gigantic meal the night before.

I had NO plans of making another that day.

I was NOT prepared for this- no time for menu planning or grocery shopping.

Yet, I played the good hostess, checked my pantry, and threw together mac&cheese and green bean casserole(both from scratch- no mixes or soup involved, blech) and then sent bil to the store for rolls.

And all I heard was "Oh, good thing you had so much left over from yesterday."


Is it wrong to want a simple "thank you"?

Because I'd much rather have returned to my coma than to cook and have everyone eat MY sweet potato casserole.

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Blogger Melissa B. said...

I've been off almost 2 weeks, and haven't been able to nap yet. Hope to squeeze a couple in before I head back to the salt mines.

Camouflage Christmas

December 30, 2009 at 8:17 AM  
Blogger Peggy said...

Holy crap - you've got to be kidding...

You handled this with grace and poise, completely in Jackie O style!

December 30, 2009 at 8:18 AM  
Blogger The Mommyologist said...

You are a saint! I probably would've stomped back upstairs and thrown a tantrum like a little baby. I'm so not tolerant of the in-laws. I really need to work on that in 2010. Maybe I should add that to my list...

December 30, 2009 at 8:19 AM  
Blogger Meg @ Higgins Happenings said...

Getting up from your Coma that's one thing but Hubs volunteering you to make dinner? No way Jose! I wouldve have fired back and said - well guess we're ordering Pizza! But that's me and I'm not much of cook. But you def deserve a Thank you! That's a great woman!

December 30, 2009 at 9:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are totally a saint.

December 30, 2009 at 9:10 AM  
Blogger glitterbygrammie said...

I think Hubs owes you big time. Next weekend you need a big break. An all day nap. Or a big thank you.

December 30, 2009 at 9:24 AM  
Blogger Poolside with the Girls said...

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December 30, 2009 at 9:27 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Ooh, hubs owes you BIG TIME!!

Do I need to send some email prompts to him??

December 30, 2009 at 9:47 AM  
Blogger Secret Mom Thoughts said...

YOu handled that way better than I would have. Hope you get a thank you and a long nap.

December 30, 2009 at 9:50 AM  
Blogger MommyLovesStilettos said...

You handled that a lot better than I would have. I don't really cook so I would be LIVID. And I would've been rude enough to go back to sleep. LOL

December 30, 2009 at 9:52 AM  
Blogger Vodka Logic said...

He didn't feel too guilty if he offered your cooking skills to uninvited guests, over the holidays no less.
I say what ever he didn't come thru with you go get for yourself. YOu deserve it.

December 30, 2009 at 10:10 AM  
Blogger Sarahviz said...

I'm totally on your side - your Hubby owes you BIG TIME!

December 30, 2009 at 10:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For men everywhere, I apologize;)

December 30, 2009 at 11:20 AM  
Blogger Bibi @ Bibi's Culinary Journey said...

You are a better woman then I am....my hubs would be dead. I would make the dinner, but I would be walking around banging pots and pans all night.

December 30, 2009 at 12:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ugh...you were really graceful about the whole thing. I'm not so sure I'd have pulled that off like you did.

December 30, 2009 at 12:13 PM  
Blogger Working Mommy said...

Poor thing! A simple thank you would have definitely been nice...ungrateful bastagies!!


December 30, 2009 at 1:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes hubs does owe you big time!

December 30, 2009 at 1:47 PM  
Blogger Foursons said...

You deserve a nomination into sainthood. I think I may have ripped my hubby a new one.

December 30, 2009 at 1:48 PM  
Blogger Corrie Howe said...

Wow! You are an incredible. Did you ever get dressed? Or did you do all this in your robe?

December 30, 2009 at 2:34 PM  
Blogger Blogs said...

What a Woman!

December 30, 2009 at 2:37 PM  
Blogger Anna said...

I am pretty sure that Hubs owes you a morning at the spa - by yourself - where you can rock that mini robe in peace!!!

(Found you via Aunt Becky, btw, and love it!)

December 30, 2009 at 3:02 PM  
Blogger The Princess of Sarcasm said...

OMG....you make me love my in-laws more and more EVERY DAY!!!

December 30, 2009 at 4:36 PM  
Blogger AmericanTribal said...

Crap, that sounds so frustrating! I loved the "see you next Thursday" reference. Sex and the City is my favorite! :)
Thanks for stopping by my blog!

December 30, 2009 at 5:08 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

You did good and I would have expected a thank you! Next time tell'em lets go to McDonalds.

Hmmm I started my better esting today....not a d.i.e.t. because that's a curse word but better eating. I now want sweet potato casserole.....thanks..

December 30, 2009 at 6:59 PM  
Blogger Brandi said...

He. Did. Not. Holy cow! Okay, I say you go out and buy what you wanted for Christmas and put a gift tag on it that says from hubby to you and ENJOY! ;) He owes you big time!

December 30, 2009 at 7:48 PM  
Blogger tattytiara said...

Oh my darling you are owed - big time! Do make sure you collect.

December 30, 2009 at 8:29 PM  
Blogger mintifresh said...

Please tell me you did all that while still in your short robe! That'd be awesomely awkward!

December 30, 2009 at 9:03 PM  
Blogger Masala Chica said...

Oh boy. You are really, really nice Shell - no way.

Ok - I say no way, but I would have done exactly what you did which was suck it up, get it done and then open up a can of whoop ass on hubby later.

(please tell me you did later, right?)

cuz that would make me feel better.

December 30, 2009 at 9:39 PM  
Blogger Poolside with the Girls said...

You are such a better person than I am.

First, I would have taken both hands and placed them firmly around husbands throat. Then squeezed them together really hard while screaming.

Then I would have kicked them all out and turned out the lights...in my mind anyway :)

My baby brother and his gf washed all of the dishes we used to make the meal before we sat down to eat it. That way what was left after the meal could fit in the dish washer and I (we) could relax after dinner. I couldn't complain.

I give you an A+ for Holiday Hospitality and also for not hurting the husband.

December 30, 2009 at 10:39 PM  
Blogger Twincerely,Olga said...

that is just of hubs to wake you up!! I mean?? Dinner too? You are an angel,truly!!

December 30, 2009 at 10:49 PM  
Blogger carissajade said...

Ah people suck!!! You seriously are a much better girl than I! I would have slapped some cheese and crackers in their faces and been done with it!

December 31, 2009 at 12:01 AM  
Blogger Helene said...

Oh, you are so much better than me. I would've whined and complained in private to my hubby and then threaten to cut off sex completely unless he went out there and suggested Chinese take-out or something.

You are most certainly gracious and polite!! For this, I think it's safe to say that grabbing your hubby's credit card and going on a shopping spree would be acceptable.

December 31, 2009 at 12:23 AM  
Blogger adrienzgirl said...

I would be in prison. My hubs, he'd be DEAD.

December 31, 2009 at 1:50 AM  
Blogger Stacy said...

LOL, I would have offered up some frozen pizza and gave the stink to hubs for not informing me better of exactly WHO ALL had popped in for visit. So much for your nap! Have you had the chance to try it again?!

December 31, 2009 at 7:01 PM  
Blogger Stacy said...

*Stink EYE* that should read :)

December 31, 2009 at 7:08 PM  

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