Saving Water

I was having one of those days.

Mine began with rotten dreams and sleep deprivation from getting up with the baby 3 (or was it 4?) times during the night. Not good. Things didn't progress from there, and I'll spare you the gory details (although mountains of laundry were involved.) Not my best day or proudest moments. My husband got a brief heads-up on the situation when he called about our date plans for that evening. So, when he finally came home, he found me attempting to tame the wild piles of dirty dishes. He came up to me, held me in his arms and gave me a kiss. (Now, he always gives me a kiss when he comes home, but it's usually an old married couple "hello" kiss...you know the kind.) Not today. This was the perfect kiss for the moment, and exactly what I needed (who knew?) to diffuse the powder-keg of emotions I'd been storing all day and keep from completely losing it for the rest of the night. While we were thus sharing a moment, our 4 yr-old interrupts.

"Uhm, guys, you shouldn't be wasting so much water."

I'm pretty sure he ment the sink faucet...