why my husband “wins”

we dropped my parents off at the airport
and by drop i mean literally “drop”
it kind of resembled a tuck and roll exit from the vehicle
but i convinced wonderbread that he should, in fact, come to a full and complete stop before they exited the car

as we pulled away from the curb, no we didnt park
no we didnt even turn the engine off...

I looked back in the side mirror explaining, “maybe we should just make sure they arent running after us having forgotten something”
his dead pan response, “why are you even looking... this vehicle is not stopping - the visit is OVER.”

so we pulled away
and began breathing again

we then met with a fab friend to help her move
can i ask, is it that paramedics have a nomadic characteristic OR is it that paramedics make such CRAP pay that they are always looking for a better place to live?

either way, i hope my friends find their sugar daddies soon
because they are great paramedics,
so they should really keep doing what they are doing...
but dammit ~
i am tired of moving their shit (even though id do it again)

so we did that
then had lunch, wherein fab g/f # 1 (still sans sugar daddy)
paid for our lunch since we moved her shit
*dumbass* uhhhh, did i mention the CRAP pay?!?

then another fab paramedic friend of ours
who IS tired of moving (but still showed up to help) AND the CRAP paycheque
so much so that she has returned to school for nursing.
yay you
boo employer

she dragged me off to my university campus;
made me find my classes,
buy my books,
get my student card,
etc. etc. etc.

this responsible young lady, 10+ years my junior, was exactly the maternal influence i needed for the day

oh and yes, i really have returned to school to finish that degree that has been nagging at me
i figured what the heck - i cant keep my life on hold forever
so lets enroll, and i did
now im enrolled in three courses toward the third year of my four-year degree with the university of victoria

what. the. hell. was. i. thinking...?

my fab and responsible g/f brought me home to find my fab husband
yes, everybody is “fab” in this post - thats just the mood i am in ~ deal with it
and yes... they are, in fact, FAB

meanwhile, wonderbread had returned home to clean the ENTIRE house upon the close of the royal visit.
floors were swept mopped and vacuumed
house was dusted
bathrooms cleaned
laundry done
AND it was clean sheet day

if that wasnt enough: to top it all off ... there was a little box on the bed

a little wee box
with a card that read:

“little cuddles, little kisses, little coos...
so many new baby moments to look forward to”

THAT’S RIGHT ~!
it was positive !!!

we - are - having - a - baby ~ !

so you might think that that is why my husband “wins”
but wait, there is more

remember the little box?
well inside was a brand new wedding band that he had made for me to replace the one i had (devastatingly) lost.

and just when you think it cant get any better:
on the inside of the card that accompanied my ring he had written...
“something every mother should have”

so yes, my husband definitely wins, or ~ maybe i do