Rather than groaning at her husband’s mindless joke, she did something different and it saved the day.
What he said wasn’t that funny. He was being silly and poking fun at something. I don’t even remember what.
He made his silly comment and with a twinkle in his eye, looked over at me.
Did I think it was funny too?
Usually, when he does this, it’s 6 p.m. and I’ve been chasing kids and wiping snot and changing nappies all day. I’m pretty sure there’s still baby crap under my right middle finger nail. I’ve spent half the day reasoning with a 2-year-old about why we have to wear clothes when we go outside, and the other half explaining why we can’t push our friends off the playground equipment at the park (true story).
It’s 6 p.m. I don’t have time for this.
I’m still in the workout clothes that I sweated through at 6 a.m.. My hair hasn’t been washed in days. The kitchen sink is full of carrot peelings, water-bloated Cheerios and dozens of mismatched sippy cups and kid plates, and the kitchen rubbish smells like stale nappies and bad yoghurt. (Doesn’t he know he should have taken the bin out last night?) My thighs are spotted with sweet potato crust from the little hands that pleaded to be picked up while I threw bananas and deli meat on a plate and called it dinner.
I don't have time for this.
But for some reason, one day last week, I did something different.
I looked up, and instead of "woe is me," or "you don't know the day I've had," I did something really crazy.
And you know what? It did something.
My man smiled so big I saw his teeth.
And then he said something else silly.