Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Lives of my Friends

So, I have this good friend Heather.  Our kids get along well enough for us to sew together - even when the kids are awake.  Her husband returned from his second overseas tour in three years.  In the Army, this means he's been gone for two of the past three years.  Anyways, he came home this last time and is no longer serving in the military.  He's always wanted to have his own pizza place, and now he does.  What this means for Heather is that he's still not often a regular part of their day.  I think he leaves at around 8:30 to 9:00 am and comes home about 10 pm.
Last night when he came home he noticed that the girls' bedroom door was open.  He closed it.  Heather doesn't close that door.  Her youngest is now old enough to simply leave her bed for that of her parents anytime in the middle of the night without Heather having to move.  This development means that Heather gets more sleep.  If you're a mother, you know how important this is.
Last night, her daughter gets out of bed sometime in the middle of the night only to discover that she's been SHUT IN HER ROOM! She screamed like only a two year old in distress can and Heather leaps out of bed, runs from her room and right into the closed door.  Because who on earth would close the door?
So, she's standing in the hallway cursing while her two year old is still on the other side of the door screaming.
Her husband's solution?
"Heather, you really need to be less accident prone."
If it was my husband?  He'd stand a good chance of receiving a black eye.