Reason #42: I Write What I Know. And Apparently, I Know Too Much.

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In some families, please is described as the magic word. 
In our house, however, it was sorry.
~Margaret Laurence

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Zero degrees.  The temperature when I left Iowa and apparently the temperature in my bedroom when I return home.  When I shot this photo yesterday, not knowing if I would even use it, who would have known it was a bit of a foreshadowing of what was to come. 

So, when I began this blog, I made it known to my family (and not just my immediate family) that no one was off topic.  I find my life and my endless pursuit for mom of the year to be comical.  It was about writing what was on my mind and finding humor in the things that would otherwise make a person down-in-the-dumps.  Perhaps my need to write about family comes from my college years and taking a creative writing, non-fiction course taught by Deb Marquardt.  I loved that class and loved her as a professor too.  One day, I remember her telling us all, "Write about what you know."  I've kept every story I wrote in that class and they all were about family.  I guess it still rings true today that what I know best is my own family. 

However, my husband has possibly been the topic a bit too often.  Sitting at dinner last night, talking marketing with a bunch of marketing folks, I received a text from him that went something like this....

"Glad to see I'm the topic of your blog.  AGAIN!"

I'm sure he meant it in good humor, but I got to thinking, maybe I'd taken it too far ? He is a wonderful husband and father and I would not trade him for a million dollars.  Yes, I have been known to skip baths, buy Happy Meals and do other crazy things when I am the only parent home.  My husband just doesn't happen to have a blog to write about it. 

So, with that, this is my very public apology to my husband.  You just give me such good material!  And as I post this, I am reminded of a time a co-worker was having a discussion about a "disagreement" he had with his wife in which he expressed he doesn't say he's sorry very often.  We were shocked at this revelation.  To which he quickly followed up with, "Well, I'll say I'm sorry, but it doesn't mean I was wrong." 

And with that, I'm sorry honey.  I'll lay off for a while. 

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