Today, I got a burst of energy and pulled out the vacuum cleaner. “You know,” I said to my husband and son, who were watching TV, “I used to be an amazing housekeeper.”
“And I used to be 150 pounds,” my husband responded without looking up. My son did look up, quickly, to see my reaction. When I laughed, he returned his attention to the show.
“I don’t remember your ever being 150 pounds,” I said.
“That’s my point,” he answered, with a smile.
I tried to figure out what he meant. Did he mean that it had been a long time since I was a good housekeeper, or that he never remembers my being one? Either way, it didn’t look good for me.
But my husband didn’t seem to mind the chaos raging around him, so why should I? I shouldn’t, I decided, as I put away the vacuum and joined them around the flat screen.
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