Some Things are Just Wrong.

I am not here to whine. I am not here to complain. I am just stating the facts. There are things that happen in this world that are just wrong; someone grabs your parking space at the grocery store, an umpire makes a bad call during your kid's baseball game, or Britney Spears makes yet ANOTHER comeback attempt. Those things are just wrong. Today was my turn to be "wronged." As I was struggling in the grocery store parking lot with two small children and ten cases of water that I had just successfully sweet-talked the store manager out of for the neighborhood park Fall Festival, my cell phone rang. It was D.H., also known as Darling Husband. I knew from his voice that he was not calling to tell me we had one the lottery. So as I simultaneously cranked my shoulder upwards in an awkward angle to hold the cell phone, hoisted water case number eight into the back of my SUV, prompted the 5 year old to help her 3 year old brother into the car, I was able to give a quick "hey, what's up?" What was up, was a last minute customer work event. A concert to be precise. My husband was "needed" to fill in at the last minute. As I thought of the afternoon scramble I had just gone through to assemble a roast citrus chicken, make it to the grocery store to pick up the water bottles for the Fall Festival, and the next mad dash to a local toy store to pick out goodies for our daughter's birthday party this weekend, I began to feel something was wrong. And then the details began to emerge from my husband. It was not just a concert. It was Coldplay to be exact. One of my favorite bands of all time. This was becoming very wrong. After throwing out last minute attempts- "I have LOTs of babysitters I can call, you know." "I'm great at getting ready on short notice.", it was clear my husband was tempted to bring me along, but it was not going to happen. I was resolved to the state of mind known as "bummer"; as in "bummer, I can't go, I hope you have fun." Suddenly everything changed and we were back to some things are just wrong. It began going downhill when I told D.H. "tell Chris Martin I miss him. " D.H.'s response? "OK, I will...who is Chris Martin?" AGHGHHGGHG! Did a man who didn't know who was the lead singer of Coldplay deserve to go to the concert??? So just for fun, I said "Let's put it to a vote. You let your teammates decide who should go. You, who doesn't know who the lead singer is, or me, a semi- obsessed fan who not only knows who Chris Martin is, but also knows he is married to Gwyneth Paltrow, that the song "Yellow" was written for her, and that their two children are named Apple and Moses." (hey, don't make fun of the kids names to me, I didn't name them I just report the facts) There was dead silence on the other end of the phone as my husband too, began to realize, this was just wrong.

But do you know what the really great thing is out of all of this? It IS wrong that D.H. is out tripping the light fantastic tonite & I'm dealing with the bedtime scramble with the kids affectionately known as Thing One and Thing Two. But if that is the worst thing that has gone wrong today (or even this week for that matter) I think I am in pretty darn good shape. If the worst thing I can tout as my injustice of the world gave you a smile today, then let's toast to that. And if you need something to be right this week, check out this super yummy, super easy roast chicken from Giada on Food Network. The girl can cook! http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/garlic-and-citrus-chicken-recipe/index.html

P.S. Do you think I'll get a souvenir concert t-shirt out of this??