In Cabo this week, one of the guys that sell you stuff told me if I was single, I’d get 100$ credit to a local resort plus a full day of a beach cabana. Take off your ring and go tomorrow and I’ll hook you up. Bring the kids…single moms are great. Just no husbands.
Hmmm…Craig and I have been married for 13 years. That’s a looong time in my book. And, well, he drives me a little nuts sometimes.
None of my kids nap anymore. Except Craig. So, even though we are out of the nap stage with all 3 kids, we still have to rush back to our house on weekends for dad’s naptime. He always loses things that are super important, although I had never heard of their existence until the moment he loses it. Then, I must be the one who moved it. (Of course, most of the time that important paper is right on his desk or in his backpack, or at his office.)
Craig has two distinct other personalities. Cranky Craig when he is tired and crabby and Crabby Craig when he’s hungry. They are so much a part of our lives that I bought them each a Hanukkah present this year. Cranky Craig got a stress relief ball.
My husband is a glass half empty kind of guy. He always looks at every stressful situation with doom and gloom. He never suggests restaurants, he only responds negatively to the ones I suggest until one sounds good to him. He doesn’t seem to remember that the kids bedtime is the same every night; usually when I ask for help he says, “oh, I didn’t know it was time for bed.” And then he proceeds to wrestle with them. He doesn’t obsess over The Daily Show or Saturday Night Live like I do. He thinks I buy Aidan too many Legos.
But….he thinks I’m funny. And he’s great at cleaning up after parties. He does dishes and (his own) laundry. He always has my back and will cry at the same movies I do. He knows when I’m stressed out and need time to myself. He is all for girls weekends and doesn’t complain when I take one. He doesn’t gamble or smoke or drink that much (although he does exercise to excess and wears these awful biking outfits that I call his meggings- man leggings) His idea of a perfect night is the same as mine: dinner at 5, followed by a 6:30 movie and bed by 9.
And he told me that he wants Sam to do this tour so much that if I don’t think I can handle it, then he’d quit his job and take him. And he was serious.
He finds the same joy in our kids as I do. And for today, that’s pretty good. Will we be feeding each other soup in the old folks home in 20 years? I’m not sure. But mostly because the soup may have too many calories.