Ivan is an incredible Mr. Mom. He really is. I am entering my second week of working two part time jobs and he is entirely in charge of the care of our two daughters, keeping the house in order, making dinner, doing the grocery shopping, and all the laundry that we seem to accumulate as if it was a fast growing bacteria.
In the first week of his Mr. Mom-hood, he baked bread a few times testing out a few different recipes that caught his attention (or should I say tantalized his taste buds) and he even did some sewing repairs for me. The laundry is consistently washed and folded and he has even embarked on a daunting project: organizing our basement.
My domestic god of a husband went to Sam’s Club today. Upon my return home from church and some time with some girlfriends, I discovered he had purchased a large sack of flour which we were out of (mostly because he has been baking so much bread). I didn’t really look that closely at the sack thinking it was the normal size bag I would purchase when I did all the shopping. I decided to make some yummy icebox cookies this eve and went to refill our flour container and I took a little closer look at this sack.
As I tried to heave it up on the chair to scoop some out into my smaller container I leave on the counter, I realized something was oddly different. And all of a sudden the scene from Anne of Green Gables came rushing over me as my eyes bulged with the realization that he has purchased 50 pounds of flour!!
Remember the scene where Matthew goes to the town general store with every intention of buying his Anne-girl a new dress with puffed sleeves. He is so shy and bashful, he can’t come right out and ask to see the dresses from the clerk. So the clerk asks him what he needs and he asks for a rake, and then some seed (which they are out of because it is Winter, silly boy) and then he says “sugar, brown sugar”. The clerk scoops up a 5lb sack of brown sugar. And finally, Matthew whispers under his breath, “I need a dress for Anne…with puffed sleeves.” And the clerk replies in her bubbly, almost too cheerful voice, “Why, Mr. Cuthbert, why didn’t you just say so?”
He comes home with the lovely powder blue dress with puffed sleeves and lays it in her room. The next scene is Marilla (his sister) working in the kitchen putting the brown sugar away and down the stairs comes Anne glowing with delight at her puffed sleeves. The scene ends with Marilla saying in a somewhat exasperated but tickled voice, “5 pounds of brown sugar, indeed!”
50 pounds of white flour, indeed!
