There Is Some Justice

If it wasn't clear enough to me that some justice does exist in the world when Mr. Man stood in the small itty bitty living room of the new apartment trying desperately to figure out how four pieces of big bulky sitting furniture will fit in the room it became clear today. Sure it could have been enough as he stood surrounded by furniture and more on its way as he assured me in pure stubbornness it will fit. It wasn't really for I had to add in that I have two lazy boys that we just bought before Umar was born and I'm not getting rid of them.

It was a bit mean for me to keep suggesting in all seriousness it may work if he move the pieces a half dozen times around the room. And he and another guy followed along changing the big pieces from one small corner of the room to the other, at times tripping. And I would stand and shake my head "no, this won't work" and suggest another option. In the end our maid's brother is going to by the set and pay Mr. Man over the next three months as he needs furniture.

That could have been enough as Mr. Man will endure more once he figures out that nothing is going to fit in that small spot he calls a kitchen. That is yet to come and I will be taking pictures of this. But today it was great, some justice for a man that doesn't listen to his wife.

Mr. Man insisted that he take all the kids beds out of her except Umar. He is sleeping on the couch and three kids are on the floor while I have one in the big bed with me. Oh don't think they were going to touch my bed until I said so. And yes I'm typing this on my laptop as I sit on my lazyboy. He also had the smart idea of telling the temporary driver and Nayomi (the maid) to get all his clothes together and sending them to the apartment. I tried to warn him but he didn't listen.

He stands staring down at me while I was on the floor with Umar after he came from work and asks

"So I guess I don't have any clothes here to change with huh?"

laughing "No you told them to take them"

He goes upstairs and comes back down wearing an ihram (the white cloth men wear when going for hajj) they only thing they left behind and I laugh asking "You planning on making umrah?"

Now this could have worked for the night, but walking out like he was going to the office in the only garment he could find would have been really funny. But being the wonderful wife that I am, I gave him some clothes Nayomi just washed.

The countdown of me grudgingly going to the apartment for good is on for Monday. It will be interesting if nothing else.