You Just Never Know

Anyone who has ever been around my kids for more than a nanosecond knows that you never can tell what is about to come out of their mouths. I figure they get that pretty honestly, as their dad has exactly the same personality trait. The other night, for some reason my inner child took over and I decided it would be a good idea to jump into our bed instead of climbing in. A high bed looked and sounded really cool until I was pregnant with Sheridan and needed a stepstool to get in and out of it. So I jumped in with a giggle and then let out a shriek when one of the slats came loose! (And despite what my husband would want me to say here,YES, that is exactly how it happened. There were no other "Fifty Shades of Grey" type shenanigans going on. At least I don't think there were. I haven't read the book, so I can't be sure. But there was absolutely no sex involved. Now get your mind out of the gutter!)
For a brief moment I thought the whole mattress was about to be on the floor, but fortunately the other slats did their job and we avoided a disaster. Oh, who am I kidding? There's so much crap under my bed that there's no way that mattress ever would have touched the floor! After I stopped laughing, I asked my hero of a husband to get under there and fix the bed. After his prerequisite, "You broke it, you fix it" speech, he used his manly muscles to repair the damage. Then as he turned to walk back to his side of the bed, he flipped off the lamp on the bedside table. Keep in mind that had I turned the lamp off, he would have groped his way around the bed in the dark and complained all the way about not being able to see! Then he said something like, "Don't worry, Babe! I'll get that light. Apparently I'm the only one in this family who knows how to work a light switch!" To which I replied, "Well apparently I'm the only one in the family who knows how to change a roll of toilet paper, so I guess without us our kids would be crapping in the dark and dripping dry!"
I couldn't help but be reminded of the Jeff Foxworthy joke about the man whose wife was out repaving the driveway. He emptied one trash can, then went outside to make sure his wife gave him credit for his accomplishment. "Don't worry about that little garbage can, I done got it! Did it for you, Sweet Thang!"
Yep, don't know what I would have done without him. Love you, Babe!