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?”
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!