It's that time of year

So, dear readers of mine, what did your husbands do today? Work? Mow the lawn? Watch some sports? Play fetch with the dog? Eat lunch with 30 beauty pageant contestants?

What? None of them ate lunch with 30 beauty pageant contestants? Was mine the only one who did that?

While he was doing that, I was cooking and cleaning and doing errands and caring for the whiners. I was buying dog food in small chunks and spray-painting a shelving unit and washing the towels in super-hot water. I was scrubbing the dishes and cleaning up the mess and wondering exactly who called me to "look at my lettuce" (Freddy's been taking phone messages).

I was do some volunteer work and calling my mom. I was forcing a lazy boy to clean up his constant stream of debris and planning a date night. I was trying to set up playdates and take children miniture golfing. I was wearing an apron.

I'm pretty sure that Sebastien's luncheon guests were not wearing aprons.

I saw one of them in the store where I was buying spray paint for Isabelle's plant shelves and cough drops for Isabelle's sore throat. She was wearing the smallest dress that I have ever laid eyes upon. I'm not sure that it was a dress; it looked more like a little bubble of fabric. The striking thing was that she was in the same aisle as some Mennonite women. Serious contrast.