Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Sorry, Ladies-He's Taken


This post is chock-full of sickening sweet musings about my husband.  It is so sweet and over the top, I almost barfed, and I WROTE it.  So, if you don't have good dental insurance, avoid at all costs. You have been warned.

If you know me in real life, you know that my husband is a saint.  My family loves him, his family does (of course, right?), and everyone we know loves him.  Me, they can take or leave sometimes, but him-no enemies. If you don't like my husband, there is something wrong with you.
He's mellow, chill, nice, personable, and a great listener.  He's not wild about small talk unless there are several beers to coax him, and even then, stunningly charming, right up until he pukes.  Then, people even say things like, "Gee, he must've eaten something bad, take good care of him!". Barf, right?

Anyways, basically, he is darned near perfect.  Okay, there are some things that have driven me batty, but really, I'm sure not about to ask him to think through his list of things he would like to change about me....

So here goes-watch those insulin levels.

1. When I started dealing with the doctors, he came to the appointments.
He never doubted my pains, aches and complaints, despite my tendency for the dramatic. I cried "wolf" so much throughout our 17 years together, I figured I was going to get gobbled up long before this.   But no.  He listened, he even researched when I wasn't looking. He heard what I said when we talked, and he remembered it all, never getting bugged when I asked questions like, "Hey, remember last week when my arm hurt? What had I just done that maybe caused the pain, I want to write it down for the doctor."

2. He has taken over much of the chores.  He is mostly a SAHD with part time work that fits into his schedule, which he has adjusted to over the past couple years.  But, I would pitch in on the weekends, and some evenings.  Now, even when he works and I stay home, he STILL comes home and takes care of everything.

3. The other night, he was getting ready to go to Game Night with some other guys.  Total guy time, drinking beers, making foul smells, geeking out on games.  And, he asked if I minded he went. Then, right before he left, he checked in.

SK:Hey, you gonna be okay tonight?
Me: Yea, why?
SK: Just checking in. Seeing how you're doing. You know.
Me: Yep!  I'm doing great, have a great time!


4. Each Thursday, I have therapy.  $20 co-pay, forever. She is totally cog-behavioral and into mindfulness, remember?  Anyhoooo, each week we have our 48 minutes. It's nice to have this time, so I don't burden Sky King with ALL my whining. Sometimes things come up that need additional work. SK is more than happy to talk with me and help me delve a little deeper. He knows just the right things to say. He says that he is just "really into psychology", but I can see the love in his eyes when he talks to me after a particularly tough session.

5. After a camping trip, of which I skipped out on the last night due to cold, rain, and general malaise, he came home. He had mounds of stuff, and looked tired and dirty. After getting the stuff into the garage, he said, "If you don't mind, I would like to be able to deal with all this later", 'cause he knows the mess would drive my brain batty. I told him no prob, then he made his way to the couch. He said, "before I check out, how are you?" I responded that I was fine, and why, and he followed up with, "I was worried about you and wanted to make sure you were cool before I relaxed for the day."

6. His favorite phrase is, "It's all going to work out". This used to drive me crazy. Because, how does he know that? I used to stress and worry about everything, especially the imaginary stuff. Now, I have plenty of real stuff to stress about, and those crazy little words make me feel like it really WILL be all better, and soon.

7. He knows that the fastest way to put a smile on my face is retail therapy. And, he even pretends to enjoy it.

Well, that's about all the sugar I can take for now.

Once again, my sincere apologies to you and your blood sugar.

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