Sunday, June 12, 2011

My Nurturing Skills Have Been Questioned

My new dehumidifier is adjusting to life in his new home. I've given him a name: D'Hummy.

D'Hummy and I had time to bond while Farmer H and the boys were away on H-cation. At first, D'Hummy was quite needy. He demanded changing three times a day. He let me know by emitting a high-pitched cry, "EEE, EEE, EEE!" Once dry, he hummed along contentedly until time for the next changing. He was on an 8-hour schedule.

I mentioned D'Hummy while talking on the phone to the #1 son. "It's just like taking care of a baby. I have to change him three times a day. I hear him cry for me. If I'm going to be gone during that time, I have to change him before I leave."

There was a moment of silence on the line. Then #1 spoke up. "Well...I would hope that you check on a baby more than three times a day."

"What are you complaining about? You and The Pony are alive and well."

Since he returned, I have not mentioned that D'Hummy only needs me twice a day now.


lyssa said...

You made me snort and now there's chicken on my laptop keys!

Hillbilly Mom said...

That's a first for me! Chicken on the keys! Woot woot!