It's Too Bad You're a Diabetic
I spent most of the morning deciding on a hiding place for my heart shaped box of chocolates. It seems that after all these years of dumping time and money into my children, I'm starting to see a profit. Boy #2 presented me with a Valentine's Day gift. "For me?"
"Happy Valentine's Day mom. I got to go to work, love you."
"I have to hide this from your father and the other ones."
The husband shuffled out of bed while I was in the shower, before I found a hiding place though. "Where'd you get the chocolate?" he yells into the bathroom.
"My thoughtful son."
"Which one is that?"
"Number 2."
"Oh that's right, I told him to pick it up for me and give it to you."
"Uh huh, it's too bad you're a diabetic, cause I'd have shared them with you."
One lie deserves an other.
I've done 4 or 5 months of diabetic hard time, so I'm not unsympathetic. I had gestational diabetes with Boy #3 and that was near Easter. Chocolate bunnies would sneer at me, "Gestational diabetes, that's got to suck."
"I couldn't eat chocolate when I was pregnant with you and yet, I still love you." I tell Boy #3. "And that's why you're so skinny, you know that right?"
A couple of days a go the husband asked if he had to buy me a Valentine's Day present. My response, "Just being married to you is present enough babe." It's the little white lies we've told each other over the past 23 years that has kept our marriage so strong.
"Happy Valentine's Day mom. I got to go to work, love you."
"I have to hide this from your father and the other ones."
The husband shuffled out of bed while I was in the shower, before I found a hiding place though. "Where'd you get the chocolate?" he yells into the bathroom.
"My thoughtful son."
"Which one is that?"
"Number 2."
"Oh that's right, I told him to pick it up for me and give it to you."
"Uh huh, it's too bad you're a diabetic, cause I'd have shared them with you."
One lie deserves an other.
I've done 4 or 5 months of diabetic hard time, so I'm not unsympathetic. I had gestational diabetes with Boy #3 and that was near Easter. Chocolate bunnies would sneer at me, "Gestational diabetes, that's got to suck."
"I couldn't eat chocolate when I was pregnant with you and yet, I still love you." I tell Boy #3. "And that's why you're so skinny, you know that right?"
A couple of days a go the husband asked if he had to buy me a Valentine's Day present. My response, "Just being married to you is present enough babe." It's the little white lies we've told each other over the past 23 years that has kept our marriage so strong.
7 comments:
Shuffling out of bed would be better for me. I tried last night shuffling into bed and wanged my knee.
I think it would be easier to hide an Army tank than a box of chocolate.
LOL the little white lies we tell.
I gave my wife her card last night at 11 p.m. just an hour before Valentines Day was set to expire. She immediately went into the other room and came back with a card for me. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was holding out and waiting to see if I had one for her first!
I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel about that. All I know is - she definitely knows how to mess with my head.
Haaa! That's great! Glad you dropped on my blog. Your blog is a great find. I will remember these "white lies" as my marriage continues. :-)
I'm a diabetic and I ate way too much chocolate for Valentines Day. However, I gave up other carbs such as bread, pasta and rice for the day, so, I guess it evened out.
Beau Horner - my husband does that all the time.
papercages - I think you're right!
Karen - LOL!!
Jeff - messing with our husbands head is a wife's number one job, we take a class for it.
Hi Jonny's mommy, I'm glad you dropped by here too.
MA Fat Woman - I'd substitute chocolate for pasta any day.
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