this woman’s work

Brett just awarded me employee of the month at, you know, Smart Cookie Communications. I guess we’re going to take turns with that. I hope he’s buying me chocolate to celebrate.

When people ask me what my husband does (or ask Brett what he does) we’ve been saying he’s home with the kids but now we’re going to say that he handles the accounting for our business because:

1. He does.

2. It engenders less discussion.

3. It’s easy for the two of us to forget how vital he is to our daily operations and we need to put it at the forefront of our minds.

I can write for days and days but am easily bored by mundane things like billing and keeping track of W9s and remembering to send back contracts. If he didn’t help me with that stuff things would be so much more muddled around here. Plus he chases down people who haven’t paid, he handles all the insurance and retirement issues, and he deals with our tax records. I would be drowning in a sea of paper (and likely not even noticing) if he didn’t handle all that.

But this month I get to be Employee of the Month because I promised to catch up on the book reviews even though I am easily bored by them and he’s trying to cheer me on so I can get ‘em off my desk. Whenever I send an invoice out, I cc him for his records and I just sent one so he emailed me back and let me know I’d be getting my plaque any minute now. Maybe they’ll put my picture in the company newsletter!

If I hadn’t already snatched him up, I’d just marry the heck out of that guy.

Cute Madison stories:

1. I carefully spell to Brett, “Are you going to make P-O-P-C-O-R-N for Noah after the littlest goes to bed?” Madison screams, “I want popcorn, too!”

2. Yesterday Noah is bouncing on the bed and says, “Madison, guess where I’m going today?” Madison answers, “Ri-jus school?” I guess she’s figured out that when Brett’s home that Noah will go to religious school 50% of the time but still, smart cookie. Although this time she was wrong (kind of) because he was going to the Purim carnival where he won 24 luridly-colored cupcakes on the cake walk, lucky dog. He did share though.

I am tempted to edit the entry below but truth is, I need a breather from adoption-talk. It’s making my head explode.