If we were meeting for coffee this morning I’d tell you that I was thoroughly domestic yesterday. I baked artisan bread from scratch. It was seriously good. This is the second time I’ve made it and I’m already starting to veer away from the actual recipe and make it my own. The boys loved it and even Mr. Dunbar commented that it was good this time. My mom used to purchase homemade bread from a lady when I was young and it was so good. I am even using the bread hook thing-a-mabob on my mixer. The mixer that has been sitting on my counter for over seven years. The mixer that Mr. Dunbar has said time and time again is a waste of space. I just kept telling him we would “grow into it.” And alas, we have arrived! We are a family of five now you know. I’ve used that thing four times in the past seven days. It was a wedding shower gift from my parents and it has been used more in the past week than the previous three years combined. ha.
Then I stayed up late (well late for us) and sewed missing buttons back onto some my husband’s shirts. Mom came over yesterday morning to take the boys to school for me and then she showed me how to do it on one of the shirts. I had asked the dry cleaners how much they charge and they wanted $5 a shirt to fix the buttons- it was one button per shirt. I did three buttons. That’s $15 bucks I just saved or in other terms; two trips to Starbucks for the boys and I or a shirt from Target or a couple bottles of wine or, burgers from our favorite hamburger place.
Mr. Dunbar went to work on Sunday night on a sort of emergency call. There was a situation that he felt he had to be present to handle. We texted a few times back and forth after he left and one of his messages said, “Thanks for picking up my slack.” After thinking about this for a few minutes I wanted to tell him, Slack? What slack? Slack is not being the sole provider for a family of five. Slack is not being a great department Director who is the kind of boss that doesn’t expect any of his employees to do something he wouldn’t do himself. Slack is not demonstrating for your sons a work ethic that shows when a job needs to get done, you do it. Slack is not hugging each of them and telling them you love them and that you’re proud of them before you walk out the door. Slackers don’t do those things, Hero Husbands/Dads do!~ (Love you, Mr. Dunbar.)
Well now that I’ve already had my coffee for the day and I saved my family $15 I think I’m off to Target to get myself something.
Have a great day.