Friday, July 19, 2013

O-M-G, I am a MAN!

Welcome to Take Two of July’s Secret Subject Swap! This week, 11 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

My subject is "It's a Freaky Friday moment and you just woke up to find you've switched places with your husband. Tell me about your day"
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Here goes:

Cough, hack, snort....scratch scratch (you know what I'm scratching right?).....

Ahhhhh (stretching)...picks up phone, ahh so bright...let me turn the brightness down...

Stays on phone for a good 40 minutes, checking every social media website known to man...then I finally get out of bed to sit on the toilet for another 40 minutes and I watch tons of world star hip hop videos. Darn, my legs turn numb!

OK, shower time, but before that my 6 year old is begging me for food, so I must give him some sugary cereal to get his day started! Then I proceed to get a brand new towel out because the one I did or did not hang up yesterday is too hard to find.

Now, this is a MUST, I need to do this religiously everyday: Throw my underwear on the floor, ball up my socks and not remove any of this from the floor until my husband gets home and does it himself. OK, Back in the shower. As soon as I turn the water on my son needs to pee. Must. Not. Let. Him. See. Me. Naked. Opens door, runs in shower. My showers usually last a good hour because I scrub myself about 5 times and let the water run on my face for no good reason at all. Then when I am done with my lengthy shower and I am cleaner then a surgeons tools, I must dry every part of my body before getting out of the tub. Who cares If I get a little wet just sweating in the musty shower?! Pfft. 

Must check phone again, one hour is too long to manage without checking if a new world star hip hop video came out. Ok, now I get dressed. I either have the option of hanging my towel across the bars of the bed, or just leaving it on the bed. I think I feel like leaving it on the bed today just to piss my husband off. Then I must open every drawer in my dresser and rummage through my clothes and I cannot close the drawers..nope can't do it. Also, today I decide to leave the light off, your welcome husband. 

I am dressed and ready to go to drop my oldest son off then go to work. But not before I watch another world star hip hop video, I am telling you I am ADDICTED!

I go to work, normal work day I suppose. My friends usually call me during work and I loudly speak Spanish while I get looks from everyone at my job. They don't know I am doing business so I leave my desk a few times.

I leave work, pick up my son, he asks me 50 questions and I answer each and every one of them. I am a master at patience. 

Usually, when I get home, I stay in the basement with my kids while my husband who gets anxiety from picking up my morning mess, makes dinner and cleans and complains. He is so annoying sometimes! He knows I have to work on my music, because yes I have two jobs and I am trying so hard to provide a great life for my family, but I know that he needs me to help out with the kids for his sanity and productive cleaning and cooking life. I have no problems watching the kids, I enjoy my time with them because usually on weekends I am working my second job. My husband appreciates me and I know this because he usually offers to take the kids out on the weekends. We are a team and even though he might get annoyed about my dirty underwear and empty water bottles and glasses and my long shits and showers, I love him so and laying down at the end of the night while we laugh at the same shows and talk about the day is probably one of the best parts of being a team.

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:                                 Baking In A Tornado                         Dawn’s Disaster                                       Crazy As Normal            Black Sheep Mom                                      Raising Reagan              A Working Mom’s “Whoas”                              Indian American Mom                              Patience Juice                          Home on Deranged                            Just a Little Nutty (Guest Post)                                     It’s Yummilicious