My wife cleans up the house, spic and span, neat and tidy…
Just in time for Elijah to drag out Elmo and Ernie and the Rocky box set and Remember the Titans and every other DVD we own and strategically place them all over the downstairs.

And she puts them all up…
Just in time to chase him down because he probably shouldn’t be banging that napkin holder on the computer keyboard and plus, he’s making a phone call, maybe to somebody in Japan, on her cell phone.

So she puts him down for a nap…
For just long enough to get the grocery list made and take care of the online banking thing because now he’s awake again, and he’s calling her name, but not as a suggestion, more like a “Get in here and get me or else” kind of summons.

So she turns on Sesame Street…
Cause she needs a few minutes to get dinner started. She’s cooking barbecue pork chops, mashed potatoes and broccoli for her husband so he can have a good meal when he gets home from work.

She’ll do it all again tomorrow.

Good wives rock.

My wife outrocks them all.