In other news....

Wow have I've been bad about not posting!!!

The latest and greatest in our world is that 2 weeks ago the hubby came to me at 9:30pm on a Wednesday (I was already in bed doing a crossword puzzle.  That sounds amazingly boring when I actually say it "out loud"...) and delcared he wanted to run the Empire half marathon.

Great! you say??  Well I had been wondering whether he was going to do it or not.  We found out about the new race coming to our town last fall.  At that point he mentioned he'd like to train and run the half marathon.  (There's also a marathon and a marathon relay race -4 people over the 26.2mi)  The two of us ran about 2-3 weeks together last fall.  But as far as I know the last time he "ran" was for CC in high school...  although to be sure, I'm positive they did a little running for crew in college.  But it's crew -  MUCH more rowing than running for certain!

For the most part this was never mentioned again after the first declaration in the fall/ winter.  My FIL did ask us on 2 separate occasions (that I can remember) if we'd be interested in running the relay instead - the 2 of us, him and my SIL.  I thought that was a grand plan since the hubby hadn't made any additional comments about being interested in running the HM.  Plus the relay would be about 6.5 miles per person.  Much more realistic than 13.1 miles for someone who doesn't run.

(for the record - when I deicded to run my HM I had been running on and off for a few years at that point, albeit slow.  Although my consistency would wax and wain I still jogged.  The hubby, when looking for a physical workout, always turns to the rowing machine.  Or cycling.  NOT running....)

The hubby was not on board for the relay.  He wanted to do the HM.  Ok. Fine with me. 

Then silence.

It was never mentioned again.  Until now. 

When he came to me that night to tell me he wanted to run the HM my jaw dropped.  He said "the race is 9.5 weeks away.  I found this great 12 week program to follow!"  That's great but I saw immediately saw a flaw in his logic that HAD to be pointed out.  "You realize you have less than 12 weeks to train for said HM, right???"  He assured me this would not be a problem.  He would just start 2.5 weeks into the program.

I will admit this was not my best "wife" moment.  Instead of being supportive I'm pretty sure I launched into something like "Are you frickin' crazy??  We're not 23 anymore!!  You can't just NOT run and then decide to 'cram' for a HM!!!!"

I'm sure I continued on with something like "Jumping into the plan like that - you're sure to injure yourself!!  Why didn't you do a better job at planning this out?  You've know about it forever!  Duh!"

And of course the most important part of the rant (to me) "If you hurt yourself I don't want to hear about it!  This is ridiculous!!"  To which he replied "you don't have to run it with me".  Of course I don't but I'd still have to hear him whine about this hurting and that being sore....  I'm pretty sure all of that is akin to "don't say I didn't warn you!!" ("and I don't want to hear it!!!")

Like I said, not my best wife moment....

But alas he is still committed - 2 weeks in and we're still going.

Yes, I said "we".  I admit it is a good excuse to get my arse off the couch.  We have 7.5 weeks until the race.  We're not even registered yet.  The hubby said he wanted to run about 3 weeks to decide if he was able to run it or not.  At this point I might as well even if he decides not to.  I'm slow as molasses but I'm able to keep up with the training schedule ok.

So here's to nuthin'! 

(if you don't hear from me I might have died trying to train for this....)

The Universe speaks

I like to think that I have a pretty balanced marriage.  But I think the Universe has other ideas about it.  I believe the Universe thinks I take the hubby for granted too often.  And likes to insert a subtle (or not so sublte) reminder of how I can't make it without him.  

Remember the sump pump incident?  (The first one.)  That occurred while he was out of town on business.  Yes, in the end I took care of it.  But I was also on the phone with him pretty much the whole time. (And when I wasn't on the phone with him I was on the phone with my dad.  Or cleaning up the mess with his dad helping me...)

I got another knock in the head this week.  Not so much one incident in particular - just everything in combination.

• Since we had to wait for the epoxy paint to dry properly that leaves me stuck with starting to move things back in the basement.  I had to "borrow" the son of the next door neighbor to help me move the washer and dryer back into place.
• Apparently every animal we own has decided to throw up on the floor this week.  In retrospect his is probably a good thing to happen when he's out of town....  (which is precisely why we own a nice steam cleaner.)
• Due to the moving of the litter boxes upstairs and then back down for the painting project I apparently have a very confused cat.  Not good.  I awoke yesterday morning to find a pretty little pile-o-cat-poo in front of my china cabinet.  You know, where the litter boxes were before I moved them back downstairs.
• I thought I was just going to pick up a little pile until I went into the family room and noticed a wet spot on the dog bed.  No, our elderly dog is not becoming incontinent.  It was cat pee.  The WORST!!!  Thankfully it was just on the bed (didn't soak through to the carpet or anything) so I can just throw the bed out.
• Liam appears to bark incessantly when he needs out and you aren't there.  Well I guess I didn't hear him barking because I found a nice dog poo in front of the sliding glass door.  Where I'm sure he was trying to patiently wait for me to let him out.  And didn't make it.

Did I mention everything except the first bullet happened on Monday morning?  What a greeting for the week.. (and it continued with me getting to work to find my computer had crapped out...)

Needless to say I threw my hands up in defeat and called Stanley Steemer.  They are coming this afternoon.    Luckily they are still running a special.  'Cuz at this point I didn't care if it was going to cost my $500.  And the cleaning ladies come tomorrow.  I'll have everything back to "normal" by the time he gets home on Friday.  I really think it would have been easier to just throw a kegger while he was gone...

Don't get me wrong, with six animals we deal with this kind of stuff all the time.  Just not all at the same time.  Ugh.

Hey Universe.  If you're listening, I get it.  I'll stop taking the hubby for granted.  Please just stop throwing all this crap at me. (literally.  You're really funny....not)