That’s What Husbands Are For

Last Friday morning, my blog was starting to look exactly the way I wanted it to. By Friday evening, I had messed something up and nothing looked the same anymore. It all started when I pasted my Google Friends Connect code into a custom code box instead of a widget box. My theme went berserk, and I couldn’t recover from my mistake. The funny thing about that mistake is that in a few months, Google is ending GFC for WordPress blogs! And just after I reached 200 followers. Gah!

I sprawled on the couch crying, looking and acting like a petulant toddler demanding ice cream.

The disadvantage of having a lower freezer.

I cried that I wasn’t smart enough to do this; I contemplated going back to Blogger; I cursed my lack of research; I regretted making my new blog public before it was perfect. And yes, I do have a backup of my blog before my mistake, but what good is a backup when you don’t know how to restore it to WordPress?

All the while, Ed sat by me and consoled me. He told me his programming problems at work, he told me I would figure it out. We brainstormed solutions. Most of all, he sat and listened to me.

In the end, I decided to go back to the previous version of the theme I had purchased, to wait until I watched more tutorials and figured out a few more things. Most of all, I just wanted to write again. But first, I needed a break. I barely touched the computer all weekend. I read my book, made scrambled eggs for breakfast, and re-caulked my shower. I played Labyrinth with the girls and took them to a Bethlehem Walk.

Thinking about all that time I spent on my blog design, just to lose it all, I realized it wasn’t all wasted time. For two days, I had an invalid feed, but I figured out how to make it valid again. After installed two different comment plugins, and having both the plugin and default comment forms appear on my blog, I posted in my theme’s forum and they discovered that duplicate comment forms was a bug in the new theme. They’re working to resolve that problem. Even though Lemon Drop Pie doesn’t look the way I envisioned it, I have accomplished some things.

When I thanked Ed for listening to me whine about my blog, he said, “That’s what I’m here for.” He couldn’t solve my problems, but he did just what I needed him to do. Listen.

Vacuuming

The hour before a party is prime time vacuuming time at our house.

Seeing Ed vacuum is a rare sight…look at Emmy watch at her daddy!
Do you think Ed had a Tom Sawyer scheme going?

Look at Emmy go! She’s a blur!

This lasted for about two minutes, then the vacuum got a little too heavy for Miss Emmy. 
Ed resumed his cleaning duties. (Unlike Tom Sawyer!)
And then…people came over, ate and drank, Lily tore wrapping paper off of birthday presents, pizza and brownie ice-cream cake was consumed, and our house was turned into a wreck!
Seriously, why do we clean before parties?

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