The other day I was thinking that golf couldn't get any more exciting. After all what isn't exciting about hours of watching oddly dressed men hit little white balls over and over and over? Of course there was that huge scandal recently, but I don't see any foreseeable way to incorporate that into the actual game, despite the ready made jokes it provided. It was, however, more exciting than 10 years of watching golf. But the game itself was still missing that little something...
And today my husband found the missing link. Reality TV. Did you know there was a golfing reality TV show? Oh yes. They compete to participate in a PGA tournament. Because anticipation building music and strategically placed dramatic pauses for advertising suddenly makes golf interesting. (They even use the whispered commentary for an authentic feel)
I don't know what I was thinking when I let my husband get the golf channel.
Of course, he spent his day off cleaning, so I really can't complain. Maybe he saw my pitiful score on the housekeeping blog I keep with my sisters. Perhaps he really liked the homemade blueberry muffins I baked for breakfast. Pretty good chance he realized the puzzles on the floor weren't going anywhere anytime soon unless he took action. I'm thinking the deciding factor was when he realized I was about to explode and decided helping me today was better than cleaning up Charlotte pieces from off the ceiling. He even "encouraged" the kids to help. My house is cleaner than it's been since ... since ... since the last time he took pity on me.
Why was I nearing spontaneous explosion? Because this is the last day of a four day weekend. In the middle of winter. And I lost my voice last Thursday so the entire time our kids could truthfully claim they "didn't hear me tell them to pick that toy up." The four day weekend didn't do any favors to my already messy house, either.
Due to today's day off, tomorrow will feel like Monday. Which gives me a 50% chance I will miss any appointments this week, thinking I am living a day earlier than reality. I apologize in advance. I would claim it was cruel and unusual punishment, but (1) it means Friday will come when I still think it should be Thursday, (2) I have a DVR so I won't miss any regular TV shows (if this golf one shows up in our to-record list, it may accidentally get deleted. It is all I can do not to delete the real games' recordings.), and (3) I think I'm living in the wrong day of the week at least twice a month, even without Mondays off.
Anyway, to celebrate our clean house (and keep it clean longer) we took the kids out to eat at a newly opened restaurant. Want to know what is worse than a disappointing meal? Paying over $100 to eat it. Did I mention that 3 of my kids now order off the adult menu? Although I always love the look of panic when I tell a hostess we are a party of 2 adults and 6 children. Never gets old. By the way, what possesses a 5 year old to want a hot dog, a $4.00 hot dog, whenever we go out to eat? We have hot dogs at home!
We got home just in time to put the kids to bed. I am enjoying my clean house by ridiculing my dear husband who worked to get it that way. I am going to repent, beg him to change the channel, and give him a foot rub.