From my blog Happy Hippie Homemaker

Since my doctor has told me to "take it easy", my conversations with Bubba have gotten depressingly predictable. After his first checking of my uterine stability, the rest of the conversation sounds frighteningly similar to this:

Him: Are you doing anything today? You just need to take it easy.
Me: I am. (clink clink)
Him: Are you doing dishes?! Don't do dishes!
Me: No...Well, there's only a few. We have no spoons. I have to. (clink clink)
Him: No, you don't have to. Make the kids eat their cereal with their hands, and I'll do dishes when I get home.
Me: Dishes are not a strenuous activity, sir.
Him: The doctor told you to only do what you have to do.
Me: I know. And I have to go to the grocery today. (clink clink)
Him: What do you need?! I will get it. You don't need to go to the grocery.
Me: We need milk...
Him: Make them drink water. You don't need milk.
Me: And we're out of cereal too.
Him: If we're out of milk and cereal, you don't need spoons. Stop doing the dishes!

Despite what you and Bubba might think, my pathetic attempts at productiveness are not a macho display of womanhood and sacrifice. Sometimes, I forget I'm supposed to be doing nothing. And sometimes, I just can't take it...Like when we run out of spoons.