I Hit My Husband and I Hope It Hurt!

On Saturday I hit my husband. It wasn't to be playful. I hit him like I meant it. I hit him with the hand attachments of the vacuum cleaner. I hope it hurt.

I was busy making lunch for the family, trying to get it ready before Jeremy had to leave for another day of overtime work. I had made tilapia, green beans, home-made hush puppies, and..............oops. I forgot to get the baked potatoes out of the oven. This completely slipped my mind until Colby passed through the kitchen with his typical, "Mommy, lunch smells yucky." Sure enough, I took a whiff and my nose immediately told me that this was not the scent of a preschoolers picky appetite. Something had once again gone wrong for me in the kitchen. I opened the oven door and my baked potatoes had EXPLODED! I didn't know they could do that!

So we had lunch minus baked potatoes and all was well, aside from a never-ending stream of jokes from my hubby. As I cleaned up the kitchen afterwards I opened the oven to evaluate my potato mess. There were potato pieces EVERYWHERE. So I did what I thought would work best. I got out the vacuum. I plugged it in, took the hand attachments and went to town cleaning the oven. That's when Jeremy came in and said to me, "Well Holly Homemaker, not only do you blow up baked potatoes but you vacuum the oven. Didn't your Mama teach you anything?"

That was it. I hit him with the vacuum. I hope it hurt! Everyone tells me that NO ONE cleans the oven with a vacuum. I KNOW I can't be the first to have done this! Come on readers, CONFESS!!