Being a Perfect Wife

Being a newlywed, I'm still trying to get accustomed to being a stay at home wife and taking care of the house while the husband is at work. Finding things to do for 10-12 hours can be difficult, so I try to split the time as best I can between chores, but in a small home chores don't take long at all. I could probably clean our entire house in an hour. Anyway, so as I sit, waiting for the text from Rhett saying he's coming I get a bright idea. I think "hey! I know! I'm gonna be the perfect wife and have the house all clean and a nice, warm snack for Rhett when he comes home! He'll love that!" Since the house was already clean, I planned to make some bagel bites for him when he comes home. (Bagel Bites are one of those super easy, microwave kind of meals, but Rhett loves them.) I had it planned perfectly! It takes Rhett 30 minutes to get home from work, so as soon as he texted me I'd preheat the oven, put them in, then they'd only have 5 or so minutes left to cook when he walked in the door. Perfect! Well, I got my text from Rhett telling me he had just been released, so I went and preheated the oven to 425, like the box called for. I put 20 little pizza bagel bites on a cookie sheet all ready to go into the oven. The box called for 20 minutes cooking time, but since I'm not used to this oven or how it cooks, I figured I'd set the timer for 15 minutes but check it at 10 minutes. Now the snack was in the oven, timer set, everything was going perfectly! I heard the bites starting to sizzle, but upon a quick check, they looked fine and still not cooked, so I left them. Rhett came home and I was playing a video game, just waiting for everything to finish cooking. I greeted him at the door like usual, and he quickly changed and sat down to watch me play video games. I checked the timer and I still had about 7 minutes, so I kept playing. Out of nowhere....BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!! Our fire alarm is LOUD! I think China heard it. I jumped up and sort of just froze, not knowing quite what was going on. Rhett immediately grabbed a coat and started fanning the smoke detector. I ran to the oven and all 20 bites were burned black! I checked the timer-still 5 minutes to go! In total panic and confusion, I turned the oven off and started wetting a rag to drape over the detector like the landlords said. As fate would have it, the towel I grabbed was too small and wouldn't stay on the detector! And again, as fate would have it, it turns out we have 2 smoke detectors! Now we had 2 crazy loud smoke detectors going off, and we didn't even know where the 2nd one was! After a lot of searching with a larger wet towel ready, I found it, Rhett fanned it, and I wet toweled it. After the smoke alarm madness died down and all was quiet, the house was full of burnt pizza bagel smell. Awesome. I sat on the couch in all my embarrassed, failed glory and watched as my sweet husband went to the oven, pulled out the burnt bagel pan and put each one on a plate in a nice, organized manner. He then pulled out the remaining bites, started the oven up again, and began to cook more. At this point I felt like crying. I ruined his snack and thanks to my own little pity party, he had to start making new ones. I was still in such shock and shame I couldn't do more than watch from the couch. With the fresh, un-burnt bites in the oven, Rhett took the plate of burnt ones and came and sat down by me and began eating the burnt ones. I looked at him, even more shocked now, and said "Honey, you don't have to eat those. They look absolutely awful!" He replied with something close to "Eh, they aren't that bad really. There's not a thing wrong with a crispy pizza bagel! The ones in the oven now are for you, by the way." I love that man.