Lack of Censorship
Monday, June 1st, 2009Duh. We all know that. But last night, I surprised even myself.
We like to budget everything- groceries, household items, gasoline, bills, etc., so that we can save as much money as possible each month. I grew up in a very penny-pinching (*cough* read: cheap) family, and while I’m not a thrift-store queen, I am very frugal for the most part. So part of that whole money-conscious side of me includes planning the week’s meals and buying all the food necessary to make dinner during the week on Sunday night. And we like to avoid as many people as possible when we do our shopping, so when I say “Sunday night”, I really mean at like 9:00 p.m. when our children should be in bed.
That wasn’t the point.
Anyway, so last night I was perusing through the rows of vitamins and herbal supplements at Sunflower Market when a tall, thin cutie asked if I needed any help finding something.
I was searching for Melatonin, which is a natural sleep aide, and ended up in a conversation with him about the different supplements one can take to help with sleep. After about two minutes of discussing Melatonin, Skull Cap, White Chestnut, Valerian, and a couple of others that we had both tried or considered taking, I dropped a total bomb.
“Have you tried [insert name of herb I can't remember]?” Asked the cute guy.
And you know what I blurted out?
“No, I’m breastfeeding, so I have to be careful with what supplements I take.”
For a quick moment, his smile flickered, a look of disappointment crossed his eyes, and he kind of stuttered something in reply before gaining composure and continuing forward with our conversation.
I just kept chatting with him without any comprehension as to what his reaction was all about while James and the girls swung by with the cart to pick me up before going to the cash register. I thanked the guy for his help and resumed my role of wife to my sexy-ass husband and mother to my exhausted kids.
When I got to the car, an instant-replay of my encounter with that nice young man flashed through my head.
Oh. My. Gawd.
I can’t believe what a dork I am, or how clueless I was to the fact that he was totally flirting with me. And then I told him that I have a baby that sucks on my boobs like I was talking about the freaking weather!
But while it proves what a silly nincompoop I can be, it also attests to the fact that I am so madly in love with my husband that when I see a cute, sweet guy, it doesn’t even occur to me that they *just might* be a little interested because I am simply not even thinking of them like that. They may be nice to look at and talk to, but that’s where it ends for me.
Can we say, “Head over heels“?
And he even changes poopy diapers without being asked. And rubs my feet when they hurt. And takes care of the girls in the morning on the weekends so that I can sleep in.
What a guy. I hit the jackpot.
*smooches*
Current Mood:
Flirtatious