What!?! Not My Husband!?! That This Even Allowed!?!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Oh has it been a week! Just one of those weeks. My family is patiently awaiting the arrival of my very first niece; I will FINALLY be an Auntie! I am SO excited. So this week has been one of those weeks because my sister is over a week late. The family has found different activities to occupy ourselves: puzzles, painting Christmas ornaments, talking about labor, eating wonderful food, crocheting, watching funny things on YouTube, etc, etc. On Friday my sweet and wonderful husband Erik kept the little ones home so that I could enjoy Mom's and Muffins day with Ben and then have a nice relaxing lunch with my sisters.... which brings us too...

NOT MY HUSBAND!!! MONDAY!!!

 

Holy cow! Has this been done before!?! I'm sure it has I just got a huge kick out of it.

So Friday, after lunch, I bring Ben home to find the little ones fresh from the bath tub, the kitchen cleaned and the twins lovies in the wash. What a productive few hours, I thought. I praised Erik for all that he had done; giving the twins a bath is no small feat! I asked him why they had a bath and he told me that they were sticky for honey they had a t lunch. Wow, he's awesome! We went on without day and into the weekend, me telling everyone how wonderful Erik was on Friday. On Saturday I go to throw a load of laundry in and find Liam's pajamas from Friday. They are stuck to me; seriously they stuck to me when I went to dig in the dirty clothes! Wow, I thought, they really did get sticky at lunch. Sunday morning rolls around and I find myself making the kiddos breakfast before we head to church. I go for a fork in the silverware drawer, it's sticky. I go for another. It's sticky too. The inside of the drawer is sticky. I start taking things out, sticky nasty things, and then I take out the silverware tray. There is a puddle of honey. A PUDDLE! A large sticky puddle of honey in the bottom of my silverware drawer. ERIK! So I ask, um honey? Oh yeah....

Me: So what's with the honey in the drawer?

E: Oh it spilled.

Me: When?

E: Friday...

Me: How?

E: Um they got into it... the twins...

Me: How?

E: I had to do something on the computer and they spilled it.

Me: So is THAT why they got a bath and the kitchen was clean and the lovies were washed?

E: Yep!

Me: Nice Erik...

So my wonderful husband most certainly did not leave our 2-year-old twins unsupervised long enough for them to take their little chairs from the living room to the kitchen and then climb up on said chairs, open the brand new container of honey and spill it everywhere. Nope not my husband!