Category Archives: Hubby

Sick house

I am still sick. Mostly nasal and head congestion, but I’m worn out. And I watched O’Baby all day. He’s fun and easy, but he can run a person ragged, that little kapusta.

And Hubby came home sick from work this morning. He’s been bellowing from the big bed all day. I want to kill him. Now the bedroom has that icky sick smell and I don’t want to go in there, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep in the guest room because I have to work tomorrow.


I’m just counting the minutes until I get to go to sleep. And I’m praying O’Baby doesn’t wake up, because I can’t send Hubby down there to wrap him up and tuck him back in again. But the baby should not wake up, because he only took a perfunctory nap for Gramma before he woke up with a diaperload of poop.

Long day for Gramma. Luckily tomorrow I only have to work eight hours. And it’s school night at Chick-Fil-A! Boy we love that place. We may enter Bubba in a shake-chugging contest. He’d totally win, and the ensuing burp would decimate the tri-state area. Cool beans.

An added note: tomorrow is the first spring training game for the Cubbies! Spring is just around the corner! w00t! w00t!

My old man

Hubby’s birthday is tomorrow – Thursday, February 25th.

He will be 48 years old. We met in 1985, when he was 23 and I was 21, and we married two years later. We have been married half his life, and together longer.

I love this man. I loved him when he was a baby-faced young guy who wore a thick gold chain nestled in the chest hair exposed by his partially-unbuttoned tabbed-collar shirt.

I loved him when he was a confident, eager young sales rep making a tiny base salary that we thought was ‘the jackpot.’

I loved him through multiple transfers and even a long-distance move.

I loved him when we went on trips all over the world together.

I loved him when he started to go gray at the temples.

I loved him when we went through hell and back.

I love him when he sings, when he tells stupid jokes that no one really gets, when he watches the dumbest cheap horror movies ever made, when he gets together with his brothers and tells all the old stories over and over again, and even when he dances. God help me.

I love him as a grandpa.

I’ll love him until I die. And I hope I go first, because I don’t ever want to live without him.

Happy birthday Bill.


It’s been a long but enjoyable day.

I upped my running speed to 5.4 mph (from 5.2), and did 2.25 miles straight. That’s 25 minutes. Then I walked (4.0mph) for a quarter-mile, then ran again for the last quarter mile. It was tough and the first mile was especially hard to get through, but it was pretty easy after that. The walking interval really worked my quads, so I think I should do some more of that to balance out the hamstrings I work when I run.

After a shower, Bubba and I hit the bookstore (!), the Hen, and the new Bruegger’s bagel shop by the house. I forgot how heavenly a warm freshly baked bagel could be. Wonderful.

This afternoon, Bubba had his last basketball game of the season. Bro, The Princess and O’Baby joined Hubby and me watching the game. It was a lot of fun – that Bubba is amazing! He guards like cling-wrap and blocks like a brick wall. And he pours every ounce of energy into each play. It was a treat for all of us to see him play – O’Baby yelled and pointed when he saw Bubba, and was very hard to keep off the court. He wanted to play so badly!

At home, Hubby decided that we’d order Chinese for dinner. We hadn’t had it in so long, it was a real treat. Now we’re all camped out on couches, watching the Olympics and playing on our respective laptops. O’Baby’s in bed, the Dog Concussion Grenade has gone off, and the sleet/snow is tapping at the windows.

My belly is full, my legs kinda achy, and I’m sleepy. Good night.

Date night

Last night, Hubby and I went out to dinner. We chose a spot close to the house. It was a wine bar and bistro that we had never been to. We just had to get out for a while. Escape.

The place was inviting, uncrowded, and warmly decorated. The service was excellent and the food was really good. We each drank a glass of wine (which the server recommended), and after dinner we split a decadent dessert.

We lingered, because we were having such a good time. We talked, reconnected, laughed. We didn’t want the evening to end.

Eventually, we figured we milked our time away as long as we could, so we headed home. We got a text from Bro right then, telling us his car was ready at the shop and he needed a ride. At home, O’Boy had broken his crib, and The Princess was trying to get him to sleep in her bed. And Bubba was playing drums for Beatles Rock Band, using his typical excessive force.

Our date was over. Our normal life is noisy, crowded, hectic and mostly fun. But the break left us refreshed, relaxed and recharged. We felt like we did when were young and dating.

Today, back to work and household duties. I watched O’Baby while The Princess went to work. We went to the store, and when we drove up to the house, Hubby was there waiting for us. He said it was nice to see me again with a baby in the car. It reminded both of us of our early marriage.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m so lucky to have him.

Warm thoughts

I don’t know why, but my house is only 62 degrees warm right now. And the thermostat told me to call a number, so I called it, left a message, and they haven’t called me back. And it’s 4 degrees out. And really really windy.

So we’re all dressed in layers. And we made homemade soft pretzels. And we’re baking this afternoon. And we may all give each other pedicures in the warm footbath (the boys will love it!).

And if worse comes to worse, we’ll hook up the bluray in the bedroom and watch StarTrek from under the blankies in the big bed.


Last night, it snowed, so I shovelled. Koby even helped me break up the ice hump at the end of the driveway, so it’s really easy to get in and out now.

The whole time I was shovelling, it was still snowing. No one else was out but me for a long time. It was quiet and still and I felt like the only person on earth. And all I could think about was Hubby getting home. I wanted to make it so nice for him since he’s been under terrible stress at work.

I made chicken cacciatore. The house smelled so good! And I had washed and vacuumed all the floors. The house looked so good! And I shovelled every inch of the driveway, so Hubby would have no trouble getting in. No other tableau could have been so welcoming.

But when he came home, Hubby parked three blocks away, so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting the car up the hill in the morning. And he only ate a little of the dinner, since he had already eaten with an agent. And he left early this morning, so I didn’t get to see him.

I felt bad, but I know Hubby feels worse. I’ll just shut up and keep doing these things, because I know he appreciates the effort, even if he doesn’t eat my lovingly made food or park in my freshly shovelled driveway.

Sometimes it is just the thought that counts.