It's that time again ladies: March Madness. Husbands disappear from after dinner dish duty, the trash will magically walk itsself to the curb, and every question you pose gets the same garbled answer: "ah yeah sure." You become a sports widow.
Though I have only been married for a little over a year, I knew this was coming. After you date someone for 5 years you tend to see a pattern. August - early January and mid-March are those sad times when your man is MIA, and he can be found in front of a TV... for hours! In the past I have tried to fight this syndrome they have, one year I even gasp ... suggested he DVR a game (you would have though I asked him to get a vasectomy!)
So this year ladies I vow not to fight it. I will embrace widowness for a few short weeks this month and use it to focus on myself. Uninterrupted naps, running the dishwasher, and long runs! I will enjoy the break from the hubs while he takes in endless hours of basketball because I mean how often do I get to shop and have no one asking me why, or how much? ~The Illegal Blonde
P.S. For you ladies that say you love basketball... you are probably not married because believe me at one time I "liked" it too.
I married a girly Brit .. no clue when it comes to basketball and he likes to cook.
ReplyDeleteI so need to clone him ;)