Just a group of friends hanging out in the hot tub watching our kids cause a ruckus in the pool. The kids are on top of each other, throwing balls, yelling and of course running all around the slick pool. There's really no reason to tell them not to run. If they don't stop running after being told a hundred times, chances are they won't listen at one hundred and one. When it comes to the pool there is no such thing as obedience, even at home it's a little iffy.
So back to us. We're talking about the guys (there's about a dozen who attend) upcoming yearly surfing trip to Mexico where they'll be gone a week. Will I miss Glenn? "No", I say, "he's around too much as it is".
Too honest? Is this marriage and couple who most describe as "perfect" a sham?
I can't be bothered with thinking too much into it, I have 3 semi-obedient kids to care for after all. But it's true, I won't miss my husband. I actually love it when he's gone. There's a different vibe in the house. There are no expectations that dinner will be anything other than grilled cheese, smoothies or leftovers. The kids can snuggle in my bed for an all night reading marathon. I can wear the same outfit 7 days in a row instead of putting forth some effort and changing it up on day 3. I can watch 'The View' without being shamed.
Plus, I am completely psyched for Glenn. I am pretty sure the love he has for surfing rivals the love he has for me. I think I win out, but I wouldn't bet money on it or anything.