I just got back from a business trip to New Jersey. There are a lot of shitty places in the world but in no place are they as proud of it as they are in New Jersey.
I grabbed a late dinner near my hotel - at Applebees. It was karaoke night. You are so jealous of my life.
Anyway, I CLEARLY have not blogged in a bit - amazing how busy you THINK you are when you have a bunch of toddlers. Let me tell you, you do NOT know busy until they stay up past 7:30pm. Holy hell.
So why am I blogging? It's called INSPIRATION.
I got home from my trip tonight at 7pm. My husband carried my bag upstairs and put it in our room. A few minutes later my 9yo got out of the shower and asked me for "the brush I took on my trip with me."
"It's in my bag in my room." I told her.
She went in search of it. My husband's face paled. "In. Your. Bag?" he asked pointedly.
It dawned on me that I take Siri on every business trip and that "she" was also in my bag.
(Aside: If you are having trouble falling asleep in a strange bed a HUGE endorphin rush helps.)
"It's fine." I told him, realizing that Siri was buried at the bottom of my bag and the brush was right on top.
"Someday they're going to find it and you're going to have to tell them something." he said, a little bit accusingly.
"I'll tell them it's the best money they can spend." I answered.
"Seriously," I began, "You should be happy. If they can satisfy their own needs, it will keep them away from boys longer."
"STOP." he commanded. "JUST STOP, I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT THIS."
It's like he doesn't even know me.