Living with good humour, has to be one of life's secrets to success.
Especially when your house if full of tiny, little people under 5 years old.
But really, very especially when your husband is one like mine.
Mine is, slow to act, in fact when i met him he was vertically horizontal he was so laid back.
I have spiced him up a little, a lot actually.
More fool me, he began training for Triathlons about 18 months ago.
Being dis-satissfied with this he is about to embark on his first Iron Man in a matter of weeks.
His training schedule has been like something out of the Russian SAS training manual, and naturally it must be done during all weekend hours!
I am very so slightly, over it.
Last night, in those sometimes hilarious conversations you have when just about to fall asleep, i say "Do you think you will actually finish the race?", after he had voiced his concern about the mammoth distances involved.
"Yeah, i will finish, may not be the best time though. " Then there was a tangible moment of male pride surge through the air, and a rumble in his throat.
"Then i will be...an IRON MAN" he rasped.
Good heavens.
Married to an IRON MAN.
Whatever next.
That got me thinking, i, amongst thousands of you, partake in a marathon of child-rearing, with a sewing IRON WOMAN on the side, everyday. Did you get a title and medal?
So in an attempt to support this crazy man, without actually loosing the plot myself, i think the only thing for it is to give him his title, the respect his is hoping for and wear a little good humour in it all.
God bless the partners and children of imminent IRON MEN everywhere...
Especially when your house if full of tiny, little people under 5 years old.
But really, very especially when your husband is one like mine.
Mine is, slow to act, in fact when i met him he was vertically horizontal he was so laid back.
I have spiced him up a little, a lot actually.
More fool me, he began training for Triathlons about 18 months ago.
Being dis-satissfied with this he is about to embark on his first Iron Man in a matter of weeks.
His training schedule has been like something out of the Russian SAS training manual, and naturally it must be done during all weekend hours!
I am very so slightly, over it.
Last night, in those sometimes hilarious conversations you have when just about to fall asleep, i say "Do you think you will actually finish the race?", after he had voiced his concern about the mammoth distances involved.
"Yeah, i will finish, may not be the best time though. " Then there was a tangible moment of male pride surge through the air, and a rumble in his throat.
"Then i will be...an IRON MAN" he rasped.
Good heavens.
Married to an IRON MAN.
Whatever next.
That got me thinking, i, amongst thousands of you, partake in a marathon of child-rearing, with a sewing IRON WOMAN on the side, everyday. Did you get a title and medal?
So in an attempt to support this crazy man, without actually loosing the plot myself, i think the only thing for it is to give him his title, the respect his is hoping for and wear a little good humour in it all.
God bless the partners and children of imminent IRON MEN everywhere...
I feel your pain on the triathlon training regime - my husband went through the same thing, luckily it only lasted 3 years! Although he recently used it as an excuse.
ReplyDeleteHim: "I told them I was doing a triathlon that weekend, so I couldn't go."
Me: "But you haven't done a triathlon for over two years ..."
Him: "Yeah, but they don't know that!"
Perhaps once a triathlete, always a triathlete?! Hang in there!