Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bras freak him out

The problem with having a loved one in the hospital for a long period of time is that the world doesn't stop for you. You still have to go to work, eat and do laundry. Sunday I was getting dressed and realized I didn't have a clean "good" bra, damn it, I put an old one on and threw a load in. The reason we call them "good" bras is that we take extra special care of them, they never see the inside of a dryer, they go over the shower curtain rod to dry.

"I want to get to the hospital in time to help mom with her dinner."
"So we should leave in a half hour then?"
"Yeah, get those kids ready, I have to make a couple calls."
"Boy #3 get in the shower." This is the third time I barked out that order. The boy is incredibly difficult to get out of the house.

"I would, if you'd move your bras."
"Bras freak him out, we don't have to worry about this one for a while." I explained to the husband.
"No. He's freaked out by his mother's bras." The husband explained to me.

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The progression of my mother-in-laws Stevens Johnsons Syndrome has stopped for the last three days. This is very rare, but very good for her. If this damn syndrome has stopped then she should recover from it. We are all praying and crossing our fingers and toes.

5 comments:

Candice said...

That's great news! I hope she continues on the road to recovery.

ReformingGeek said...

Yeah. He'll just ask the girl to take it off and hide it somewhere.

;-)

Good Luck with your mother-in-law. Hang in there.

Lunatron (aka Jamie) said...

I'd have to agree with your husband on this one. Hope all continues to improve with the mother-in-law.

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

I'm pretty sure my kid won't be thrilled with my bras either when he becomes older.

I hope your MIL is feeling better soon.

Leeuna said...

Wait until he gets a little older. You'll probably find one in the back seat of your car.

Hope your MIL continues to recover. Glad to hear she's doing better.