Military Husbands

...or any other professional married woman whose husband stays home with the kids.

We just bought a new car. It's really a second car, because we're getting ready to move and the one-car lifestyle we've been enjoying will not work when Danielle goes back to sea.

Anyway. It was a fine experience. We went back to Mazda and I tortured them for a couple weeks, but in the end it was a pretty easy negotiation, and we got exactly what we wanted for the price we wanted at the rate we wanted it.

Nice.

Then Danielle had to sit down with the business manager and hear her pitch. And, finally, when everything was signed, when I was off playing with Sean, the manager (a great beast of a woman with terrifying hair) told Danielle she also lived in Newport.

"Is your son in pre-school?"

Danielle told her, no, but that I stayed home with him. Whereupon the woman said, "Oh, he's doing the Mr. Mom thing."

Danielle just looked at her. "No," she said, annoyed almost beyond reason at the utterance of that inane monicker.

"Oh," said the beast-woman, "Not a lot of cooking and cleaning getting done?"

She's lucky all the papers had been signed already, because Danielle would have walked out of there right then if they hadn't been.