Honey, I’m Home… OMG!!!
Funny story today, worth sharing.
The CEO popped home to grab lunch, only to walk smack into a huge playdate in progress. You could see the sheer horror on his face as he lay witness to so many women and children destroying his house. He was probably also extremely disappointed to be unable to identify his own children in the crowds of wet, sticky wee ones running around.
He came in, politely smiled and waved to the few ladies he maybe recognized despite our SAHM day attire (ie no makeup, baggy clothes and sweaty). At least I hope he recognized them. Some of these women are good friends that we usually only see on social occasions where we have all showered and clean clothes on. I wouldn’t want their husbands to have seen me today, and as soon as I saw him, my first thought was to APOLOGIZE to my friends… “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know HE’D be here. Its so awkward!!” Like when a boss would pop into the after work happy hour… CEO encroachment was a total playdate buzz-kill.
Anyway, he came in and found me cutting cheese – literally – into little cubes for the kiddos. I gave him the “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!” look. He responded with the “GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!” look.
I felt like a teenager getting busted by her parents for having a party while they were out (not that I ever did that 😉 “Oh Hi Hun. I thought I mentioned I had a few friends coming over today… um, you want some cubed cheese, watermelon or blueberries?” I felt the need to apologize … making the mental note I’d really, REALLY have to clean up now. He will be avoiding coming home all day thinking it will be a disaster zone.
His response was swift, “No I’ll go out and grab something. See you later.” Faster than you can say “Daddy’s Home” he was gone again.
I bet some of the women didn’t even notice him. Most of the kids, including mine, were totally unaware a man briefly crashed the party. They were too busy splashing in the baby pool, digging in the sandbox or finding every last toy in our house.
But after I scrambled to clean up during my Associates quiet time, it occurred to me that unlike the mad dash to clean after a high school party, I would not be getting in trouble this time. My CEO would not be mad at me for throwing a party while he was out. In fact, I bet he is glad I did. He knows I need to be social and see friends, and after seeing just how crazy a playdate can be, I am positive he would prefer I only do them when he is not home. In fact, I bet he’ll never make the mistake of coming home at lunch again without checking in via text first!
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