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My Poor Wife (and I’m Nottalking About Money)

Posted Sep 12 2008 3:54pm

This post is an apology to my wife. No, no, it’s not what you think – I haven’t cheated or smashed up the car. It’s just that while I am at work, Anne has to contend with two sick kids and her own cold while I play with spreadsheets and Customer Relations Management systems.

Don’t worry about what a CRM is. It’s not important to your life. Well, I suppose my life story isn’t all that important to your life, but you come to read anyway.

What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, and apology to my wife. Rather than explain it myself, just read this e-mail I received from Anne:

Re: Buena Park tots mark most destructive day ever, Mom says

CHICAGO (AP) – A preschooler who persuaded his mother to let him stay home from school and his toddler sister wreaked record destruction on their parents’ apartment this morning.

Seth, 4, and Lael, 20 months, waited until their mother was in the shower before dumping an entire bin of puzzles onto the floor and scattering the hundreds of pieces across three rooms. Lincoln Logs, Lego pieces, piles of books and torn pieces of pop-up books soon followed.

“If this keeps up, I’ll be eligible for FEMA funding soon,” said their mother, Anne Levy, with a sigh. “I’ve dubbed them Hurricane Lael and the Sethinator.”

Experts predict the mess will take several hours to clean up, as the kids keep getting into more mischief with every attempt at cleaning.

“It would help if Lael stopped whacking everyone with the broom,” noted Levy.

It all started with Seth insisting he was still recovering from a cold and didn’t feel up to going to preschool. Reluctantly, Levy agreed to let him stay home. But no sooner did she hop in the shower than they began to run amok.

A handyman who stopped by to fix a closet door noticed the mess.

“Hi guys!” said Handyman Nick, who fled the scene soon after fixing the door.

The kids haven’t gotten into any trouble in the past five minutes, according to their mother.

“They’re snacking, so they’re quiet,” she said. “Of course, there are now crumbs on top of the puzzle pieces, but you can’t have everything.”

Need I explain more? I apologize hon. Really, I do.

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