The grass isn't always greener

I have a fantastic husband who, for the most part, understands that being a stay-at-home mom does not, in fact, mean that I kick back and live the easy life while he brings home the bacon. He knows that I work hard and he appreciates it. He does have his days, however. Days where he wants to switch roles for a while because he's fed up with office politics or sitting in meetings all day long. That's when we have conversations like the following:

Him - How about you go to my meetings tomorrow and I'll stay home?

Me - Okay, but there is some stuff I'd like for you to get done while I'm gone.

Him - What kind of stuff?

Me - Well, I need to go shopping at Fred Meyer. And at Three Bears. And the bathroom needs cleaned. Oh, also I need to drop off a letter and do a load of laundry and plan next week's menu. And if you could wash and chop the veggies you pick up at Three Bears, that'd be great. Let's see, what else? I kinda wanted to have a nice meal ready just in case your parents get here around dinner time. And I was thinking about making bread.

Him - Never mind.

Me - No, no! I want to be able to sit down all day. Let me go!!

Him - Weeeell. I think they're going to want you to be a little more like me.

Me - You mean like less hair and no boobs?

Him - No, I mean you're gonna have to be more vocal.

Me - I can be vocal!

It's true. I can be very loquacious if the occasion calls for it. Especially if the occasion will get me out of a super huge to-do list. Yeah, they want vocal, I'll show 'em vocal...

But, anyway. Back to reality. I'm going to be glaringly absent from the blogging world for the next couple of months. (It's okay to shed a few tears; sadness is a part of life.) I'll try to drop in now and again if life slows down a bit, but I just wanted to give you the heads up so you didn't think I got eaten by a bear or trampled by a moose or sucked dry by mosquitoes (sheesh - why do we even live here?) or anything else that has a very small probability of happening.

Peace out. (I'm not sure I'm groovy enough to pull that off, but let's pretend, okay?)