Unexpected blogging hiatus for the last few days but I'm back! January is kicking my butt in more ways than one.
I'm also REALLY trying to stick to one of my blog goals about quality over quantity. I don't want to put pressure on myself to just write mindless dribble just so I can say I post 5 days a week. If a day goes by without a post, so be it. It's probably better that way anyways. Then when I do post, you will know you are in for good, quality stuff.
Which, after reading today's post you may or may not fully trust my judgement of what constitutes a "quality" post. My apologies in advance.
Today we are talking about football.
I know, I probably already lost half of you but hear me out.
Some of you who know our family in real life know that Chris was a football stud in high school. Started on varsity as a Sophomore, both ways (that means offense and defense) and write-ups in the local paper.
BMOC. (Big man on campus.)
I didn't know him at the time. And I'm kind of thankful because from what I can glean from his stories and the stories of others, he was a "jock" through and through. And even though I was a cheerleader all 4 years of high school it probably wouldn't have worked out. Sorry babe.
And now that Chris is dying from embarrassment, I thought it only fair to show you a picture of me from high school. You're welcome.
Where was I going with this? Oh yah, in an effort to relive his glory days, Chris got a team together to play in our city's adult flag football league. It has been a month of non-stop football. Practices, making jerseys, drawing up plays, etc.
Saturday was their first official game and while I dreaded the season starting (say goodbye to family Saturday mornings for 10 weeks) I couldn't help but be immensely proud. Chris had an idea, got it organized and saw it through. That's MAN stuff right there.
Maybe it's just me and my personality but I often forget that my husband is an adult too and not just another kid who needs to be micromanaged. He did have a life before I came along and it's ok for him to continue to do things that are just for him. Just like it's good for me to do stuff just for me. Like pedicures. And girl's nights. And wine. And shopping. I digress...
Luke and I went and cheered him on. And while we lost (horribly), I know that all of the guys on the team had a great time and that's all that really matters. Chris tends to be a little competitive and I can't blame him. I yelled so loud on the sidelines that I made my godson, Declan cry. Sorry D - Auntie is just too vocal.
If I were a good blogger I would have snapped some pics but Luke is in the "run around like a drunk person" stage and so I barely had time to stand still let alone grab pics.
I guess all this to say, it doesn't matter how long you and your husband have been together. You can still be surprised every now and then. And that men are in fact, capable of doing "life" without us women all the time. That's not to say that they would want to, but they could if they tried. And that's also not to say we aren't important because we are. Job security for days, ladies.
Which brings me to my last point of this post. I jokingly asked Chris if he would write a blog post for the blog to which he responded, "I've never been asked." Which led me to believe that if I asked him, he would. So, what say you?
Anybody interested in hearing what my other half has to say and what his life is like living with a cray-cray?