yesterday was what we called a "beet juice day" in my family. you know, the kind of day where nothing really seems overly terrible, but you put it all together, and line it all up with that time of the month, and you just can't help the tears from spilling. A beet juice day.
when my mom and dad were dating, or engaged, who even remembers any more, she was making him a nice dinner. And for some reason she put beets in a blender (what the heck were you making, mom?) and forgot to put the top on. My dad was in the other room, and when he heard the commotion, he walked into the kitchen to find my mom sobbing, with beet juice all over her and the walls, and all she could get out was "the beet juice! the beet juice!" And so that man held her while he cried, and then he cleaned up and probably fed her too. Because on beet juice days, you just need to cry, dang it.
and so yesterday, after a million things had gone wrong, terrible cramps (and I meant to blog, really I did!), and maybe I very nearly burned dinner, I stuck my son in the bath. and turned around, and turned back, and that little rascal pooped in the tub for the second time in a week (and his life), and there they were. my beet juice tears.
and then that man that I married walked into the bathroom, and whispered, "beet juice day?" and I nodded and sobbed into his chest. And wouldn't you know it if he didn't clean out the tub, re-bathe our son, and do all the dishes. AND made me delicious chocolate chip cookies while we watched the bachelorette.
I love him