Broken Husband

Sometimes our lives are awesome. Other times they're not. Austin sprained his ankle last week at work. It's a dumb story too... he was just getting out of the water truck he drives for Interstate Rock this summer and landed on a rock funny. When he called to say he was coming home early, I was excited because sometimes his truck breaks down and he gets to come home. I asked him if his truck broke. "No, I broke." Poor boy. I have been taking great care of him the last two days. And it is HARD to keep that boy down. He asked if he could ride his bike the first day! Sometimes, I swear, it's like I'm mothering a little boy. "No, you cannot ride your bike, you just sprained your freaking ankle!" And it's kind of a bad one, too. His whole leg is swollen. And this picture has no filter on it either. It looks that gross.

So yesterday (okay, last week... this post is old) was his last day in bed (last of only 2 days total... but it seemed like a week to him). He saw a picture of a chocolate cake in the corner of our smart TV. He got it in his head that he really wanted to make that cake. Really bad. I can only take so much whining, so if he wanted to stand on his ankle and bake a cake for an hour, go for it. So my cute boy slaved away making this magnificent cake, only to find out that the recipe online was really, really wrong. Nothing like the short video clip he watched on the TV. His cake batter looked like bread dough. So he added some water (to the cake pan that he had already poured his batter into... ah, me) and stuck it in the oven anyway. 20 minutes later we had the weirdest cake in America. It really wasn't his fault. He did everything the recipe said, but it was nasty. Didn't stop him from eating 1/4 of the pan though. Hahaha. Oh my, the man I married. He was so bummed though. And it did nothing for his cake craving either. "Juuuuuuuje, please make a cake, please, please, please." That's how I ended up with a cake already in the trash, baking another (with a true, time-tested Gifford recipe). He had used of the last of our sugar though, and I wasn't going to go to the store. So I used this Truvia baking blend stuff we had in the pantry. Needless to say, my cake turned out a different texture than normal with a diet-y after taste. Meh. Better than the first, though. This time, half the pan got eaten before joining its cake friend in the trash. My house is trashed after the past two days of boy in bed. I swear I have been cleaning nonstop too! It's just that the man I married never stops eating! Taking care of an invalid husband gave me a taste of maybe what it's like to have kids. Oh boy, can't wait. I just had to write this up, because these last couple of days have cracked me up. And I can post it freely, because Austin never reads my blog. Ever. That's what he gets!