it's not learning hebrew

this weekend matt was home ALL weekend. two full days with daddy? not even any homework? what in the world should we do?

clean out the closets and make room for the baby of course. no, don't take a break, don't spend down time. pull everything out of every closet, sort through it all, get so overwhelmed when you can't walk anywhere that you just sit. until your spouse comes over and pulls you out of the pit...literally.

but it's sunday afternoon and we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. matt is sitting with isaiah reading him 'calvin and hobbes' both of them laughing hysterically, as i type.

today, in the midst of the caous, i was sitting on the floor surrounded by clothes, trash and boxes, sorting. matt wasn't sure what to attack next, it was just so overwhelming. matt said he was going to pack a space bag. in a moment of truth and desperation i said, 'no, i don't trust you to do that.'

now before you think i'm crazy, there is an art to packing, which i love. and ESPECIALLY packing a space bag. no zippers or buttons on the outside, all clothes folded in perfect squares, in even piles. that way when you suck all the air out, it sucks evenly.

matt was astounded at my admission of OCD, 'you don't trust me?!' i can't believe i said it out loud. but, i am too much at my end to be passive aggresive about it. he huffed and walked out. a couple minutes later he reappeared and under his breath mumbled decidedly, 'i'm packing a space bag! it's not rocket science, it's not learning hebrew!' he doesn't make eye contact, he's not asking. he heads for the bed and the mound of girls clothes piled there.

i lost it. i laughed for, no exaggeration, 10 minutes. hysterically. partly at his determination and his response. but also at my OCD and how it's true, he's brilliant and it's so absolutely ridiculous that i don't trust him to pack a space bag. he knows 5 freakin' languages for crying out loud. yes, matt, you've earned it, pack a space bag.

we sit in silence and do our thing. about 3 minutes later i hear under his breath again, 'what size are these?! arg! forget it, i'm not doing this!' and he storms out.

i haven't composed myself from the first outburst, and this just doubles the intensity. i couldn't breath. the kids run in to make sure i'm okay. good thing i was sitting or i would have surely peed.