Message from Mars

****I'm away helping my sick mom and grandma. So I asked my hubby to be Guest Blogger for a day.****

This is Gayle’s man calling from outer space…way out…specifically, Mars.

Following a crash course in corporate ladder climbing, this former VP jumped ship to row a family boat. Coming home to the love of my life and mother of my kids, I got a better picture. Check it out!

My girl makes my cup of coffee most mornings, breakfast for five, lunch for six, and often dinner for twelve. She cleans up a 2,900 square foot three-story house that her hubby’s honey do list is probably three years behind schedule.

Our youngest son thinks he’s a yard fountain making rainbows with pee-pee. He chews a pack of gum and leaves it on the floor for momma to clean up. Gabe the Babe and Chi the toothless guy form a dynamic duo for late night spitting contests from the top bunk bed. Then they rise up early for choir practice with the wonder pre-teens bombarding my babe with constant questions, complaints and clamoring about the birds and bees, abc’s, 123’s and their five reams of refrigerator art.

How’s my gal do it?!? With a wink and a whistle, she dashes to care for an ailing relative. In between mowing the lawn, she makes a delicious dinner and delivers it to a family who recently birthed a newborn.

Following a quick cash flow and budget meeting, she determines the viability of buying wholesale rather than from local retail grocers.

She paints our first-born sons’ room with style and gives our daughter a mani-pedi. Wonder woman recruits our princess for retail therapy. Therapy for me that is. Her purchases derive from trading stuff we all forgot about. She takes some 1960’s item or a Goodwill bargain and turns a 250% profit – tax-free. She clothes our kids in styles they love and teaches them her talent for thrift and gift. She is off to bake chocolate desert and plant flowers teaching the wide-eyed crew about life. Snapping pictures to record the adventure and bundle them into scrapbooks for future generations.

I’ll tell you something else…Gayle’s the real deal…she’s my righteous Babe!