My epiphany

Yesterday i was be-bopping around my kitchen with my i-Pod on (ever since my introduction to the iPod there is now no other way to clean the kitchen) and that old Destiny's child song, Independant woman, came on. I remember shaking my ass in college to this song and grinding on all my friends to make the boys drool...ah memories. Anyway, the nostalgia was too strong to resist and instead of ass shakin', I be-bopped (since I'm a dorky ass mother of 2 now) and sang, "The rock I'm rockin'...I bought it, the car I'm drive-in'...I bought it, the house I live in...I bought it...I depend on me"

God Damnit.

I haven't had to file taxes for the last 2 years because I haven't worked for even a minute outside of the home. All of my financial security depends on the fact that my husband loves me. He adores me. He is in awe of me. I have a stange voo doo power over him that causes him to deposit all of his paycheck into my account and than ask me for spending money. And sometimes I tell him no and he might grumble about it but he continues to give me everything. I don't know how that happened. I am grateful though.

I told him about my epiphany (because he is my best friend and who else would care to listen?) and he just laughed and laughed.

"It's about time you realized that woman! Make me a chicken pot pie!" (We moved to Houston a year ago and the Texas pride is infectious and my Scottsdale brat of a husband loves talking like a hillbilly.)

Anyway, I guess I should be a little nicer to my cash cow. The reason we were cleaning is because after him working all week long, I have the nerve to bitch at him about not helping enough around the house. So instead of spending Sunday morning watching 'Fishing with Roland Martin" he got up and weed whacked the yard and then fertilized it while entertaining the kids so I could clean the kitchen in peace.

I'm a lucky girl.