Luckily, Eric, true provider that he is, has taken it upon himself to pick up the slack and make us some home-cooked meals. Looks like Madeline won't have to eat Cheez-Its for dinner after all! Hizzahh!
Then, after dinner last night I decided to at least get some laundry done. There was a clump of lint stuck in the dryer after I pulled out the lint trap, so I used a pencil to try and fish it out of the narrow crevice. Two minutes later, I sheepishly approached Eric to tell him that I had lost a pencil in the dryer.
There was a very small sigh, but no real complaint as he got to work trying to remedy the situation. He didn't even ask how I had managed such a thing. I have a tendency to cause disaster wherever I lurk. Soon enough, he managed to get the pencil out using a bent coat hanger and some scotch tape. I think Eric may secretly be watching old MacGyver episodes when I fall asleep on the couch at night.
Finally, Eric capped off the evening by reading Madeline some stories in spite of the fact she's suddenly turned into a moody thirteen-year-old girl who yells at us for no apparent reason every few minutes.
Eric should teach a class on how to manage unruly redheads. He's pretty good at it.
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