This morning the hubster wakes me up and says, “19 years ago, you were this big” and held his hand out to where my very pregnant stomach would have been. Then he said “You didn’t complain as much with him, right? Didn’t you complain more with the last two pregnancies?”
For the record, I’m not a huge complainer. I mean, I do complain. But it irritates me, listening to myself complain; so I don’t do it a lot. Also for the record, I’ve had four babies, with no epidurals, no medicines; and all four babies within five years. So, IF I complained a bit, I think I earned it. I must have given the hubster a very threatening look this morning, as he scurried back out of the room pretty quickly.
This made me think that perhaps a good topic for my blog should be times that I have NOT killed my husband 🙂
– 19 years ago, walking the hospital hallways to hurry up labor, my water broke. This man took a step away from me, looking horrified and said “Did you just pee yourself?”
– When I was in labor with the first baby and I was told that I couldn’t eat anything (totally bad way to learn that they don’t let you eat while in labor!). He looked at me, while I was laying there hungry and in pain, and asked, “I can still go down to the cafeteria to eat, right?” That answer was NO!
– When our preschool aged daughter came home in tears from something another child did; his advice was for our daughter to go back to school and say “Well at least I’m prettier than you!”
It might have been around this time when I suggested that he run all his child advice ideas by me before speaking them out loud to the kiddos.
– When this man wrestles with his children and says “Stop, stop, we’re done now.” After the kiddo stops, his man then gets in a last move quickly and runs away. THEN wonders why the kiddos won’t believe him the next time he says stop. 😄
– When I try to show the man something on my screen, I turn the screen towards him as I start talking about whatever I’m showing him. And he looks at the side ads and asks me about them; not the main thing on the screen that I am currently speaking about. Every. Single. Time.
Tonight I am thankful that I love this man. It is because of this love, and a testament to the depth of this love that I have not killed him ❤️ I would liken him to someone who works with wild animals. He knows the exact steps to push me to an almost feral state of temperament. And for some reason he finds it his job to make sure I am working on my self restraint in that area. 🤣
P.S. This blog was reviewed and approved by the anti-social media hubster, who has a good sense of humor. 😁
P.P.S. I’m not claiming to be perfect by the omission of my past questionable moments. The difference is that the hubster inspired me this morning with his musings! Oh, and this is my blog! 😋😋
P.P.P.S. My cousin took this picture of us years ago, and it is one of my favorites still ❤️
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