Last week my husband walked into my office and gave me the double head jerk in the direction of the bedroom. "No thank you." I said. "I'm REALLY busy and besides, the kids are downstairs."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine." he said and walked out.
20 minutes later he left to take the kids to Football pictures and I was alone in the house.
ALL. ALONE. WITH. NOTHING. TO. DO.
Yes, I realize I said I was busy. But I suddenly needed a break.
I ran into my bedroom and shed my shorts. I reached into the top drawer of my dresser for Carmen but she was nowhere to be found.
"Huh." I thought. "where could she be?" I looked in my pillowcase. She wasn't there. I pulled the bed away from the wall and searched underneath it. She wasn't anywhere.
Suddenly I had a vision of my husband punishing me for refusing him earlier. But then I realized he wouldn't do that to himself.
I re-searched my dresser drawer and there she was! I grabbed her and jumped into bed.
ARGH!!! Dead batteries.
Of COURSE the replacement batteries are downstairs in a cabinet over the stove. Our kitchen faces the street, so before I could jump up on a chair in the middle of the room I had to put my pants back on.
I hopped out of bed, got dressed, ran downstairs, pushed the kitchen chair over to the stove, climbed up got 2 new AAA batteries and then ran upstairs.
SHE WAS AMAZING.
Totally worth it.
But we're now buying AAA batteries in bulk.