Tuesday, April 28, 2009


Every weekday morning I rise early (6:15... that’s early to me) to get my five year old off to Kindergarten. I am usually so exhausted that I grab the nearest pair of sweats and a tee-shirt to put on until he is safely aboard the bus and I can go about getting ready for the rest of my day. This morning the tee-shirt I happened upon was one of my husband’s and already worn.

Back in the dating days this would have been a real find. I would have reveled in a pheromone-induced stupor, fantasizing about the manliness that produced such a heady aroma. With each sniff, visions of his killer baby blue eyes and naturally muscled body would dance in my mind.

But not this morning. Today I got a whiff of myself while preparing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Gecko’s lunch and thought, to borrow a phrase of his, “Whew, stinky-winky.” My next thought was to put “do some laundry” on my to-do list for the day.

Hmm, sometime in the last twelve years I stopped finding my husband’s dirty tee-shirts enticing. How could this happen? What does it mean? A mini panic attack set in. I tried some concentrated sniffing, far from the adulterating scent of peanuts, eyes closed... Nothing. Well, nothing positive anyway.

I walked my little guy down to the bus-stop and then headed back up to the house. The tee-shirt went directly into the washing machine. While pouring a quarter capful of Tide into the machine, I contemplated love. Ok, so maybe sweaty shirts don’t smell so good to me anymore but here I was at 7 a.m. washing my husband’s clothes... that’s love isn’t it?

In my mind, I called him up at work, “Hey baby, I wore your tee-shirt down to the bus this morning and realized how much I love you.” In reality I tucked his nice fresh clothes into his drawers and thought about what yummy dish I might prepare for his dinner. Sometimes that’s just the way love goes in our house.


Monica said...

Every time you write you capture something that is so real to me, like if I was a better writer I could have written that!!! I love reading your posts~

sharilyn said...

ah, that is love indeed.... : )

Jennifer said...

A great piece of writing.

This brought back memories, and helped me think this morning of my own hubby's T-shirts -- and how I used to wear them. We have livestock now, so his shirts are off-limits. They are Stinky-Winky Times Ten.

Billy Coffey said...

Now I'm wondering if this is what goes through my wife's mind, too...

She loves my shirts, especially the broken-in, tattered, and faded T-shirts. But now that I think about it, she always fishes the ones out that still have the scent of cologne on them.

She says they smell good.

I always thought she meant ME.

L.L. Barkat said...

Ah! You make me smile.

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