I hate being husbandless. Of course there are the normal reasons – like missing your best friend, not having someone to share your life with, impending single parent drama, and all those other big things that easily come to mind. But then there are the stupid little reasons that you can’t possibly anticipate. Like being terrified to update your phones to the latest iOS software because what if something goes wrong and then you lose all your pictures and Eric’s passwords? Not to mention the shared texts that you want to keep for nostalgia-sake but that you’ll actually probably never look at. I could back everything up on my computer, but it’s getting old…what if it crashes!? There’s always “the cloud” but that would mean needing to understand what the means and how it works! The ensuing panic is crippling.

A perfect example of an unanticipated issue came about last night. I am selling my beloved Jeep. I loooove my Jeep, and I do not want to get rid of it. My heart says to keep it….I can make the limited trunk space work…Arie doesn’t need a pack and play, he can sleep on the carpet, or some couch cushions. He’s 9 months, and he’s got to learn not to roll off a bed eventually! But my head says, you have too much crap to haul around, and Arie deserves a fighting chance at survival. So I’m being responsible and getting a bigger car. *sigh* Onto Craigslist went my sweet ride, and someone wanted to come look at it last night. Naturally, I assumed the people coming were stone cold killers, but I was also too lazy to meet them somewhere besides my house.

I was on my way home from Chicago, so I decided to text Nate and Ben…friends (fruncles) who live a few blocks from me…perhaps one of them would be around and could come be the brawn to my brains. Success! Ben could come get the stuff out of my car and take it through the carwash before the GOT (if you don’t know, don’t ask) finale. And Nate could be at my house while the people were checking out the car. Would it be weird to ask Nate to pretend to be my husband so these people (who are obviously going to be trained assassins, only pretending to be looking at a car for their “daughter”) don’t know there’s not a man in the house to protect me? Yeah, that would be weird. Get it together woman! You may be small, but you are strong! (No you aren’t – you can’t even untwist the sprinkler from the hose.)

Cut to a call from Rachel (Nate’s wife)…”Nate and I were talking…we think that you should have him pretend to be your husband…unless you think that’s weird!” (Play it cool, Chelsea. Play it cool.) “OHMYGOSH I was thinking the same thing!!!!” Nailed it.

The plan went perfectly – they never suspected it was all a ruse. Afterwards Nate and I were telling Rachel how it went. “He tried to offer us $1000 less than the listed price” said Nate. It felt good to be an “us”, even if it was just pretend. I miss being an “us”.