thursday night i left my honey at home with the kids so i could go to a presidency meeting at my secretary's house. my christopher is always so willing to watch our kids when i have things going on. thursday night he was just slightly less than happy about it though because he'd woken up at 5am (as usual but it's still exhausting) and had had a super extremely rough day at work. my meeting was at 8 and brady woke up at 8:30 (timing with his naps has been tricky with dropping the swaddle... i swear we'll eventually get back on schedule) and was wide awake. all of this is really not relevant... why do i always share so many details? anyways, towards the end of the meeting, he was texting me and anxious for me to get home so he could go to sleep. i told him we were allllmost done. then i told him i was just leaving. but i stayed a little longer talking with my friend. so then, as i was walking to the car, i told him i was just leaving again.
i clicked to unlock the car, climbed in, grabbed the keys from my lap, and... couldn't find the car key to start the car! i had driven my christopher's car and he had recently taken his key off my keychain and put it on again. sooo he must have put it on a loose link because it came off. well, it was pitch black and i spent a good while using my cell phone light to try to find this key. i knew christopher was getting impatient for me to be home and that brady needed to eat and was probably getting fussy and tired. but ohmygoodnesswherewasthatkey?! then i got an obviously annoyed text from my honey "let me guess... you're just leaving again?" ha. i guess i'd cried wolf too many times. so i told him i was looking for the key and would be back asap. eventually i got desperate enough to call kylee and tell her i was still parked in front of her house and i needed a flashlight. she brought out a huge flashlight and we laughed as we searched every inch of my purse and the car. one of her first comments was "wow! your car is so clean!" so i had to tell her, actually, it's because it's not my car and our kids never ride in it. three minutes later, kylee pulls a dried orange out from under the passenger's seat. so much for that "clean car."
she put the orange in the cup holder (i think?) and we laughed some more trying to guess how old it was. eventually i found the key (lodged down between the driver's seat and the console) and texted chris that i was on my way home. he responded and told me that his mood had deteriorated fast in the last hour and that when i got home, i should probably just let him be. i really love those warning texts because it completely avoids so many situations where i would get offended about something that didn't concern me, just because christopher was having a bad day. so when i got home, he handed me brady and went to bed.
today he had another crazy horrible day at work but sucked it up and put on a good face when he got home. he wasn't home more than two minutes before he said "you put fake food in my car?!" and handed me the petrified orange.
i laughed out loud telling him the story from the night before. it literally looks exactly like the potpourri my mom has in a basket in her kitchen. this naval orange has shriveled down to the size of a clementine and is as light as air.
i think the last time i bought these oranges was the beginning of june. so here's my three step do it yourself recipe for homemade potpourri:
1. send your husband to work with an orange for a quick and healthy snack
2. have him forget it under the seat of his car
3. retrieve it three-ish months later and put it in a decorative basket
made my day.
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