My Life as a {MultiView}Wife

I try not to talk about Hubs a lot on here, well other than when I bitch whine and complain brag about him. ( I kid). Well, when I first started blogging he was not keen on the idea. I mean why on earth would I want to write about my personal life and who on earth would want to read about it? He doesn't know us very well does he ladies? He was skeptical of things I wrote, and preferred not to be named, mentioned or photographed.

Well, funny how things come around. My husband's work is a digital media firm called MultiView (come on how does not he not get blogging?) Just so happens the wife of one of his co-workers loves my blog (Hello Annie!) and low and behold, I was asked to guest blog for them! So, what do I the lawyer have to blog about... being a wife!

Hubs works for this pretty awesome company. Casual atmosphere, motivated and creative people... If my office were more like this I might be motivated a little more (just saying if you let me blare music and wear jeans Id be ok with it). So, without further ado, head on over to see what its like for me to be a "MultiView" Wife.

Crying Over Spilled Milk

Yup, last night around 6:15pm I stood in my kitchen and kind of lost it. Why you ask, the milk. I was pouring milk over my cereal (that was to be my dinner) when it just kind of dribbled over the side of the bowl and exploded onto the counter. I was tired, frustrated and beyond exhausted. So there I stood, crying.

It was a cathartic cry, a total release of pent up emotion coming out of my soul. See, hubs has been travelling a lot. I can count on one hand how many days we have spent together in the last month. Normally I take it in a stride when he has to travel, but this was different. This week not only was he about to depart again, but he was working late two nights before his departure, and I will be leaving for trial before he even gets back. Yup, that means we will go over a week without seeing each other. You would think this would be find for a couple who did the long distance thing while I was in law school, and it is most of the time. This time, I think I just needed him.

Yes, I have my first trial next week. I know I'm not doing it on my own, but its still my first real one. Kinda scary kinda exciting all at once. And did I mention my big 3-0 is in 10 days? I think I just need him. Not so much to tell me I'm not old, or that I can do anything I set my mind to,  but just to be there. Somehow having him in the next room or close enough for a hug makes things okay. (I sound like some sort of 1950's sitcom wife). He is my champion, supporter, and motivational speaker all in one.

So,  back to the milk. While I cleaned up the milk I realized that its ok to need someone. We all need that person in our lives who gets us through anything. It's also ok to have those moments when no one is looking to lose it. It's ok to cry alone over spilled milk.

Sounds of Summer?

I know, I know its Labor Day, summer end... but not here! The 100's have returned, and I don't mean a couple of hondos, I mean 100 degree days! Someone needs to tell the weatherman that he was wrong last week when he said the 100 degree days where done.

So, what did I do this Labor Day? Labored, literally, hubs is finally home! whoot whoot, and we spent the day in the yard, mowing, cleaning out the forgotten flowerbeds, weeding, spraying for bugs, ya know nothing too big, yeah right! My legs hurts, my back aches (my hips move to the left, to the right... anyone?) Anywho, hubs has been out of town all week so it was so nice to finally have him back! But guess what? Now I'm leaving. I say it again people key to happy marriage? never see the spouse... I'm off to South Texas for some work for 2-3 days, so I'm packing my bags and getting ready for a little hotel living and working. When I finally return, its TCU Football kickoff! Hello Big 12, hello new stadium and new season ticket seats! If you need me you can find me cheering on my Frogs (and helping the twirler light fire batons at half time)!

Sorry for the rambling, its just been that kind of day (and yes I know I was quite MIA last week, very bust at work and well i also had nothing of note to say) I'll keep everyone abreast of my travel to South Texas and my first site inspection for work.

Hope everyone had an amazing Labor Day and first weekend of college football.

When the Hubs is Away...

The wife:

• takes the trash out
• gets up 15 minutes earlier so she can take the dog out
• opens the gate
• closes the gate
• must remember to:
• lock the door
• turn up the A/C
• close the door to the dining room
• open the doggie door
• close the garage
• takes the dog out before bed
• eats Lean Cuisine pizza for dinner
• feeds the dog a snow cone
• mows, weed eats, edges (ok maybe not that, but I could if I needed too)
• has dinner with her girlfriends
• gets her nails done
• paints the dog's nails
• wakes up every 10 minutes to weird noises outside
• takes baton to bed in case of intruder (and then forgets its next to bed and trips over it in morning and face plants)
• misses husband like mad!

Will play....

Rock {me} Hard Place

I know you have all had those moments where you feel like you are damned if you do and damned if you don't. Well my moments like these often come when hubs is away. Now, I'm not complaining per se or dissing the hubs, but it seems that when he is out of town I just cannot win. I mean remember the great possum incident of Easter weekend? Then there was the power outage last summer when he was at the College World Series... it just seems I can't win. So it should have come as no surprise to me that he leaves for one night and the rain decides to come.

Rain, how is this a bad thing you ask? Well, my hubs is a weather-phobe of sorts. I mean this man can live and die by the weather forecast. He does this because he worries obsesses over the dog and weather. I mean what if she goes outside during the rain and gets wet and come back into the tile-floor kitchen? Heaven forbid! So when it even could possible be rain we puts up a fence around our patio so she can still go outside, but can't get in the flowerbeds grass. So when it rained last night and this morning and Mr. Weatherman told me it was going to possible rain again I did what I thought he would do and put up the fence. At 6:30am while in a skirt and heels. I was so proud of myself. I stood back examined my work and even took a pic to show hubs how well I did.

Wrong. His first text back to me was "why?" So I explained the forecast and weather report and he still insisted that he had checked the weather and it did not say rain.... Newsflash hubs, IT IS RAINING RIGHT NOW IN TEXAS! So, I think ok, he will be so proud of me for doing what I think is insane anyway... next text... "did you give her water and food?" Well duh, yes what do you think I am a horrible puppy mom? I mean I did have her before we got married and she is still alive. Now it hits me. When he keeps her inside he does not feed her, nor does he give her water.... (fear of pee pee inside).

At this the tears swelled up i my eyes and I felt so defeated. No, good job hun, nice call, so proud of you... no strike 2 for the wife! And I only began to feel worse as I drove into downtown and noticed only sunny skies. So now I have left my poor baby girl fenced into the patio (when she normally as the whole yard and kitchen) and this "rain" does not look to be coming back and I feel like Ive struck out again.

So here I am stand in between the proverabial rock and hard place. I'd just like to catch a break. So my lesson for the day: Men/husbands/boyfriends/fiances... just because we do not do it just like you does not mean its wrong and for heaven's sake when we do try to do it like you do praise us. We women need verbal praise. A simple thanks honey for that goes a long way in our books.