Jealous

Last night my husband and stepson were talking to each other about spending time. They discussed going to indoor basketball games versus outdoor football games. I started to feel a little jealous. My husband, the non-sports guy, never offered to take me to a game. He knows I love football. Whenever I would mention the two of us going, the most I would get from him is a noncommittal "It's not my thing". So when I noticed my husband's excitement, I immediately felt sad. I honestly don't remember the last time he was excited about something I was passionate about, let alone offer to participate. Oh well. I'm curious to see what the girls have in store for DH. They're getting older now and really enjoy hanging with their dad. Maybe it's time to have an official daddy and daughters day. The girls are potty trained. (Well, they're about as potty trained as an almost 3 and an almost 4 year old can be.) As long as those two don't start running around in circles and chasing each other while pretending to be dinosaurs, he'll be fine (giggling).This is going to be fun

Pointless Discussions

Last week I decided to start making pancakes from scratch instead of buying the mix. I figured that I might as well since no matter what it's still going to take me just as much time to make. Homemade pancakes are also cheaper, but of course my husband doesn't think so. He says that I should just give them cereal and milk because it will cost less. Clearly, he hasn't done the math and I refuse to do it for him. Sometimes I get upset and I feel as though he doesn't trust my judgement. Then I put everything into context: This is a man who still tries to eat like a teenager even though he clearly has a thirty-something metabolism. The fact that all that processed food isn't very kind when it comes back out doesn't seem to matter very much to him. For my husband, taste still seem to come before health. So later on, when he questioned my need to buy white distilled vinegar when we had apple cider at home, I stated the purpose and left it at that. Not everyone knows that you can make cake using vinegar.

My Wonderful Husband

My husband did something wonderful this weekend. He gave me time off. Yes, really. I started getting sick on Thursday and was totally miserable by Friday. He must have sensed that his wife was in serious need of comfort food. Maybe his week from heck needed a happy ending. But pizza night was roll out the red carpet welcomed on Friday. After dinner, I told him how I really just needed to relax. I complained about never being able to sleep in since someone had to get up and feed the kids. We watched television for a while. When I could no longer hang, I kissed him goodnight, took some cold medicine and went out like a light. My husband must have taken what I said to heart (or maybe he just took pity). For, on Saturday morning, he got up and fixed breakfast for the kids. Eventually, my body finally cooperated and followed my stomach's advice. I got up and fixed myself scrambled cheese eggs and toast. My girls actually let me eat in relative peace. On Sunday morning I awoke to find myself feeling plastered to the bed. Again my husband handled the morning bustle. At least I'm sure he did, but again, I slept through it.
By far, this was one of the most relaxing weekends I've had since before I had kids. I even got to take naps too. The only downside was that I didn't get to thank my husband before he went to work this morning (verbally or otherwise). He was gone by the time I woke up. But, I'll remedy that tonight.