My husband must share me with 4 others!
Now, my husband is a little wary about me writing my new blog as it would be all too easy to make him the ‘whipping boy’ as he put it. And, after divulging his secret weapon known as ‘the ear plug’ in my first blog, I can’t say I blame him!
I am however, dedicating this current blog to him. He has only himself to blame as after reading a lovely comment someone put next to the picture of my hand with my sons hands – “there’s room for one more” – …………………… my husbands’ first response was “but that’s where my hand goes!”
Now, I have 5 men in my life and that is demanding at the best of times! The day I set eyes upon my first son, my husband suddenly had competition. This little man in my arms was my everything. He had my heart, my cuddles…………….and my boobs! My husband had to take a back seat all of a sudden. His wife of less than 2 years would suddenly have to be shared.
The point is, your husband will come after your children. That is called motherly instinct and that is life. It is how you both react to this change that will define your relationship.
My husband and I aren’t exactly what you would call Romeo and Juliet! We bicker over who has had the hardest day, and who had the most sleep last night. We argue over how the dishwasher is best loaded and who’s fault it is the milk has run out again. I will moan when he chucks my ugg boots out the backdoor because I have left them in his way. He will moan when I let my youngest wear his slippers round the house and then post them through the cat flap……..
But, when we make time to go on a ‘date night’ we remember why we are together. We will spend half the night talking about our children and how clever we are making 2 become 6 in such a short space of time. We will appreciate how each other has made the effort to look nice for our date and may even give each other a nice compliment or two. We will chat about how our life may be tough but we wouldn’t change it for the world. We will recognise that we are lucky to have each other to support one another in bringing up our boys the best way we know how.
My husband isn’t perfect, but then neither am I. The reason we get through these tough days is we communicate with each other. Unlike a lot of men, the Irish blood in him means he is a talker! When we finally sit down together in the evenings, as well as debating whether to watch ‘x factor’ or ‘world at war’ we will chat about our day and we will gossip about our friends. And on those nights when we are just too shattered to talk we will get lost in a world where Jack Bauer never fails to deliver.
So my dearest husband if you happen to read this, my blog is not here to ‘whip’ you. You will never like coming second best to four others who take the title of joint first but you have come to accept it. Not all men are man enough to do this.
And on this note, I promise that I won’t use your ‘unique’ little ways to amuse my readers. I won’t tell them about the time you put peas in the kettle to boil them or the time you dried our sons socks in the frying pan, you have my word 😉
(Now the big dilemma I have right now is do I show this to my husband before I post it or do I just click this little post button here right now?!?!? )