The Motherhood

Marriage. Let The Games Begin.

So this is my kind-of Valentines post. I’m not really a fan of Valentines Day to be honest. I don’t hate it – we do exchange cards and open some fizz but its all a bit of silly nonsense if you ask me. Something that should be quite simple, blown completely out of proportion.
That being said however, I have been with Finley this weekend, dropping off his handmade cards and chocolate heart shaped lollipops.  I mean that’s just completely different and too cute to say no to.  Hypocrite.
So I’m not really doing a Valentines post but I will dedicate this post to my Valentine, my husband because well, it is about him.

Thursday night we had a ‘debate’. He told me his cab back next week (from a friends house) would only cost £20, I told him he was an idiot and it would more likely be £100.  I told him we couldn’t afford it, think how much a cab back is from town, I said, this is like five times further than that ! It will be far too expensive, you’ll have to drive  I went on and on. He protested and I challenged him to phone the cab company for a quote, feeling pretty smug – sure of a victory. So he phones them and what do you know? The dam cab costs exactly £20. Fucking great.

One nil husband.

Marriage can be like this sometimes, when you are living your whole life in parallel with some one else. When you’re tired, exhausted, strung out and overwhelmed. The smallest win, however trivial can mean so much in a brief moment. When I’ve had a shit day I don’t take it out on my son, or someone I work with, or the woman at the check out, I take it out on my husband. He’s the only one who would understand it, the only one who would tolerate it. There’s exactly fifty-seven reasons why I love my husband, but his ability to ‘put up with me’ has got to be my favourite.

We will be celebrating Valentines Day by going out for an early dinner at the local Harvester with our toddler. Nothing says romance like an all you can eat salad bar at five o clock in the afternoon, with a child who can’t sit still and refuses to eat anything but Baby-bells.  It will probably be horrendous but at least we will be together, in spite of everything.

And whatever happens he’ll always be the one, who looks me in the eyes and whispers in my ear “hold it together for a little while longer, there’s a cheap bottle of Prosecco in the fridge when we get home.”

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10 Comments

  1. Ha love it, this sounds so much like mine and Si's relationship 😉 I have no idea how he puts up with me sometimes and equally I only just put up with him at others and as much as I love him to bits …. I HATE him being right 😉
    Thanks for linking up to #PicknMix

    Stevie x

  2. Ha love it, this sounds so much like mine and Si's relationship 😉 I have no idea how he puts up with me sometimes and equally I only just put up with him at others and as much as I love him to bits …. I HATE him being right 😉
    Thanks for linking up to #PicknMix

    Stevie x

  3. I hate when they are right. Happens to me often – hope you enjoyed the salad bar, an the process 😉

  4. I hate when they are right. Happens to me often – hope you enjoyed the salad bar, an the process 😉

  5. This is the reality of marriage, right? It all sounds pretty perfect to me 🙂

  6. This is the reality of marriage, right? It all sounds pretty perfect to me 🙂

  7. sometimes the effort is as important as the end result. Enjoy that Prosecco

  8. sometimes the effort is as important as the end result. Enjoy that Prosecco

  9. I think it's lovely that you're making the effort to go out and celebrate the fact that you are each other's favourite person – good on you (and enjoy that salad bar!)

  10. I think it's lovely that you're making the effort to go out and celebrate the fact that you are each other's favourite person – good on you (and enjoy that salad bar!)

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