Talkin’ ’bout MY GUY . . .


Sure, I bitch about him. But, mostly, I’ve married a great and wonderful man. For years, when the kids went to bed early, Mike was working nights. Now that he’s home nights, we have nocturnal teenagers. It’s hard to find time and space to have a grown-up conversation these days. When we manage, it’s usually because I’m frantic and clueless on the boy-manhood journey and we end up crouching in the driveway whispering. It’s pathetic. (But, if your oldest is grounded, one of your second oldest has a totally hot girlfriend living just ’round the bend and the other two are willing to keep their mouths shut for certain amounts of money – Andy currently has more disposable income than Mike and I could hope to have over the next few months! . . . you do what you have to do)

So, as kind of a joke, knowing Mike-the-morning-guy would see it – I taped a picture of some chairs I liked from the Sunday paper onto our bathroom mirror a few weeks ago. And, damn, if the man did not make two of the chairs this weekend. How cool is that? Now, Andy has a place to sit and read to me while I do laundry. I have a place to sit and read while half of the kids are lifting weights on the porch and the rest of them are watching hockey/rugby/baseball/basketball/football in the living room. So cool. I think I’m going to paint them an orangey-red (think old geraniums) when they’re ready to be painted.

AND … Mike agreed to come out last night for a local fundraiser. The man has far better judgment than I do. We probably should have stayed home. But, what with grounded oldest kid, I’ve been antsy and anxious to leave the house for just a night. Most of the families we were out with had their kids (mostly teens) in tow. I think Mike and I won the award for “Family Most Likely To Say NO!” We are, I think, FAR from being great big prudes, but we’re also in agreement that there’s no reason to set the older kids up to fail. I don’t know … I guess we have to wait another 10 years to see how this all pans out. The kids were fine with our decisions and I had a great time talking to real-live people. Mike did too.

Ugh … older kids are WAY harder than toddlers. They’re more fun, but they’re harder.

2 thoughts on “Talkin’ ’bout MY GUY . . .

  1. I love, love, love those chairs and, no, I'm not exaggerating! I have been looking for a pattern for those for years, but I haven't found just the right pattern. Did he use a pattern or did he just do it from scratch?

    Somehow I don't thing putting a picture up would result in me getting the chairs, but it might be worth a try.

  2. Those chairs are wonderful.. You got a good egg.

    Christopher is wearing me out and he is only 12.. When they hit teenager stage full on, I will just send them to you!

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