Mister Brian.

My husband is a very private man.  If you don’t believe me, consider the fact that I am the one with the blog, not him.  It’s possible that I’m slowly breaking down his embarrassment threshold, but it’s a slow process.

Well, today Betty came over.  “Who’s Betty?” you ask?  She’s a sweet woman from El Salvador with a heart of gold, a beaming smile and very limited English vocabulary.  From time to time, we ask Betty to come over and help us clean the house.  (If you live in NoVa, she’s extremely reasonably priced and BEYOND trustworthy.  Hit me up if you’d like her number and tell her I referred you.)  Betty’s help gets me back on the right track when I feel like our lack of tidiness has spiraled out of control.  Initially, while I was still pregnant, Brian claimed that I shouldn’t need any help with housework once Bennett arrived since I’d be home all the time anyway.  After reading the incredulous look on my face and hearing my personal point of view on the matter, he agreed that it’d be best to budget for a little cleaning help while I was on maternity leave (and that perhaps I might not have all the time in the world while caring for an infant).

Betty doesn’t call me Suzy.  Per her choice, she calls me Miss.  And Brian?  Well, he’s Mister Brian (in her thick accent).

Now back to Brian’s shyness.

My husband came home for lunch today (as he’s still doing yard work on the side when he’s not working for the church).  Betty was almost finished with cleaning so she had already taken care of our bedroom and master bathroom.  Typically that’s my bathroom and Brian uses (and abuses) the guest bathroom.  But to stay out of her way, he decided to use my smaller bathroom during this lunch break.

Brian: “Hey, make sure they [Betty and her hubby] don’t come in here, okay?”

Me: “Okay.”

After a while, mustering the thickest El Salvadoran accent I could conjure up, I slowly opened the master bathroom door with a, “Mister Briiiiiiiiaaaaaaannnnn…?

Brian panicked and scrambled: “No! … Are you…?  I’m still…”

Scared.  Him.  Silly.

Bennett and I stood there laughing our butts off.  Well, okay, Bennett was asleep in the carrier, but I laughed my butt off while Brian explained to Bennett how evil I was.

Have a nice weekend!

12 Comments

  1. December 15, 2012
    Momma

    Really, Suzy? Shyness has nothing to do with wanting privacy in the bathroom.

    :p

    Have to admit, this made me giggle out loud.

  2. December 15, 2012
    Charley

    Once, I was in the bathroom, Donna slowly opened the door to come in, I thought one of the kids was coming in, so I yelled, I’M ON THE POT. The whole house heard me. For quite a while, Olivia would say in a joking manner, I’M ON THE POT.

  3. December 15, 2012
    Bree

    Haha love it!

  4. December 15, 2012
    katie

    Good job Suzy. Love it. Xoxoxoxoxoxo

  5. December 16, 2012
    Joan

    Love it! David was in the shower once when our lady that helps me clean was in the house… I opened our bedroom door and said ” hola”…he also panicked! And I too was hysterical with laughter!

  6. December 17, 2012
    melody

    Is the picture posed? It’s so perfectly beautiful.

    Love that you’ve retained your sense of humore

    • No, the picture wasn’t posed. Bennett and I were laying that way when I asked Brian to take a pic (because I’m not in THAT many of his baby pics and I need evidence that I was here with him!).

  7. December 17, 2012
    melody

    Sorry, not old English spelling just hand slipped and sent accidently, before correction. I was going to finish by saying Brian never knows quite what to expect. You, my dear, are never boring!

  8. December 18, 2012
    Manny

    BAH HA HA HA HA HA! That’s awesome! How fast was he pullin’ his pants back up? LOL

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