my saturday night ritual(when the mister's home of course)
listen to my darling, sweet
most *gullible* husband argue with my girls
to take a shower.
"can you get in the shower?
get in the shower.
just get in the shower!"
then,
" please wash your hair.
wash your hair.
just wash your hair!"
(ha ha ha.)
me:
sneaking into my bedroom, locking the door
and turning on nelly furtado-loose.
dancing in my room for half the album,
then taking a bath for the rest.
must shave the legs because let's face it,
they haven't been done since the last time the mister was home on a saturday night.
gross.
lotion up, comfy pj's and
make way downstairs to three sleeping kiddo's
and a exhausted husband.
sigh.
i'm ready for sunday.
repeat every saturday that the mister is home.
(**mister, when i mean gullible i mean that in the most endearing way... love you.**)
