Spiritual moments... ruined!

This month, Billy is on an OB/GYN rotation and, let’s be honest, he pretty much hates it. He actually sort of enjoys the OB part of it, but really doesn’t like the GYN part. I am personally more than okay with him not wanting to specialize into OB/GYN. I think I would have a bit of a problem with my husband looking between the legs of 15-20 women a day, even if it is purely professional. This month, I am okay with this rotation because 95% of the women that he checks have STDs… not so fun.

So the other night, he came back from work, exhausted, and sat down at the table for dinner. This is how his prayer to bless the food went,
“Our Dear Heavenly Father, (…) And thank you for the opportunity that I have to look at nasty STDs all day. (…) And that I know I do not want to do this for the next 25-30 years. (…) Amen!”

I’m pretty sure I started cracking up at the “nasty STDs” part of the prayer, and couldn’t stop for a really long time. I just couldn’t help but laugh at his sarcasm. Too funny!




This past Sunday, the boys woke up around 6:15 a.m. When I heard them, I turned to Billy and said, “Happy Father’s Day, honey!” He said, “Thank you, babe!” turned, and went back to sleep.

After I fed Logan and Taylor, I went back to our room, with the boys and their presents and said, “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!” This time, he sat up and said, “Thank you, boys!”

At Sunday School, I was a little preoccupied, so I turned to Billy,
Me: “Honey, I’m surprised that no one bore their testimony about fathers in Sacrament today. You know, I’m actually starting to think that today’s not Father’s Day.”
Billy: “Let’s look it up.”
Me: “Honey’ we’re in church.”
Billy: “It’s only going to take a minute.” (looking on his I-phone) “Yep, you’re right, today is not Father’s Day. It’s on the 20th.”
Me: “Whoops! Well at least our dads will get their cards on time this year. Oh, and you already got your presents, you’re not getting any more on the 20th. Luv’ ya!