Play fantasy football with your husband! Ha! I'm not kidding! About 3 weeks into the football season this year, my husband and I were discussing his fantasy football league. We were talking about how his league had a gal from his office playing as well as his 10 year old nephew and his buddy...and the gal and the nephew were beating everyone! So I started asking him about how it all worked and as he explained it to m I thought to myself and then said out loud - well I could do that and it might even be fun. I really was just spouting off but he got so excited that I would even consider doing such a thing and said he'd check to see if I could join late. When he found out I could, he excitedly helped me create a team and explained how it all worked.
Now, I know very little about football. I understand the general point of the game and some of the ins and outs. The Cowboys are the only team I've ever wanted to watch and I don't even keep up too much with all of their players. But, his league isn't one where you draft a whole team and get really in depth or anything. Basically it's a game of managing money and making the best of what you are given - mom's are great at that! You're given a certain amount of money to begin with ($35 million) and you have to buy 7 different players that you hope earn you the most amount of points depending on how they play each weekend. You do have to learn about the players and the different teams and match ups to be able to earn a lot of points but the website and my husband got me started and as I've gotten more and more addicted to it I've actually found cheat sheets and other tools online to help me. Surprisingly enough, I've actually really gotten into this! I am not a very competitive person...or so I always thought. I've become very competitive at this though. It is a great way for me to channel my passive aggressiveness. Being that everything is done online I don't have to actually face off with anyone in person but I can put my all into making it the best it can be and hope that I can dominate every week. For the record, I don't dominate every week but I am not terrible either. Now, I don't want to brag or anything, but I started 3 weeks late and have increased my team's value from $35 million to $56 million and my team is worth more than anyone else in our league! Points wise, I'm not doing as well...but I have moved past two of the players and am gaining on the next guy...and I did I mention all this and I started 3 weeks late - see, there is my competitiveness coming out! But I digress.
What does this have to do with my marriage? It wasn't in trouble or anything by any means but this activity has really enhanced it! It's not the fantasy football per say, but just the fact that we have an activity that we do together and are both interested in. Besides our kids, we really haven't had a similar hobby or interest and this has always been something that I've wished for since early on in our relationship. We are having so much fun doing this together. We talk about it most nights at dinner and we email about it during the week discussing what we should do with our teams that week. I now enjoy watching games other than the Cowboys because I want to watch my players to see if they're doing well and of course husband loves this because now he can have football on all day on Sunday without me being upset. He gets so excited about it too. I've heard him tell his brother on the phone, "Dude, we talked about football all during dinner - how cool is that?" Too cute!
I had no idea when I spouted off that I could do this too that this would end up being such a great marital shot in the arm but I'm so happy about it. The only bummer is that the football season comes to a close in a few weeks...then what? I don't think either of us could get into fantasy baseball. Maybe fantasy Dancing with the Stars? Hmmm....I'll keep thinking on that one!
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Slave, Servant or Saint?
Talking about my husband and the answer is...all 3 lately! I have to take a minute to brag about how lucky I am to have the most amazing husband in the world! We're going on the 3rd month of me feeling terrible which means he has been taking up the slack at home all this time. And it's no easy task! He works in a fast pace environment. He's on the phone all day long talking to people which must be exhausting. I start feeling really bad about 4:30 or 5:00 which is also the time that I start calling to bug him about when he's coming home - I'm trying to work on that...really I am.
By the time he gets home, I'm usually to the point of not being able to stand up without feeling like I need to run to the restroom so I'll have the girls watching something on TV while I lie down and pray for his arrival! So, when he gets home, instead of being able to relax and unwind from his day he starts a new phase of his day. It's Mr. Mom time!
When we're in our normal routine, I usually handle getting the girls ready for bed while he puts away toys and cleans up from dinner. It works out nicely because by the time the girls are down, the house is straightened up and we can relax. But now, if I'm too sick to get up, he has to get the girls ready for bed, tuck them in and then straighten the house all himself. Usually all before he's even had dinner!
That's the evening. The mornings is when he's an even bigger help. The mornings are my other bad time of the day (the middle is bad too but I can usually get a little relief and go on with my day). In the mornings he gets up first thing and makes me a protein shake. I have to have one of these in bed before I can even think about trying to take a shower. Then he gets in the shower during which the girls wake up. Big Bear comes in our room and talks to me while I drink my shake but Me Too is stuck in her crib. Once Doug is out of the shower, he gets dressed and then goes in to take care of the dirty work (diapers that is) that there is no way I could handle. There is no way I could do dirty diapers first thing in the morning - shake or no shake. Next he makes their breakfast (another thing I can't handle in the morning) while he makes his lunch. He usually has them all settled in their high chairs and about the time that I come out from showering and can usually handle it from there.
He does this without complaint (usually) and with such a servant's heart. I'm so proud of him for how he has stepped up to take care of me and our family during this time. I hope he knows that his service to me and the girls is also a way of serving and worshipping God. I hope he knows that his rewards are being stacked up for him in heaven. I hope he knows how much I love and adore him for being such a great husband and father.
I know we don't know a lot about St. Joseph but I feel that this was the type of husband and father he must have been for Mary and Jesus. I imagine him doing household things when Mary was sick or tired. I think that he took Jesus out to play or to his workshop to give Mary a rest when she needed it. And I'm sure he did it without complaint. He might not have always liked everything he was called to do but he did it for his family and to serve His God.
I am so blessed!!
By the time he gets home, I'm usually to the point of not being able to stand up without feeling like I need to run to the restroom so I'll have the girls watching something on TV while I lie down and pray for his arrival! So, when he gets home, instead of being able to relax and unwind from his day he starts a new phase of his day. It's Mr. Mom time!
When we're in our normal routine, I usually handle getting the girls ready for bed while he puts away toys and cleans up from dinner. It works out nicely because by the time the girls are down, the house is straightened up and we can relax. But now, if I'm too sick to get up, he has to get the girls ready for bed, tuck them in and then straighten the house all himself. Usually all before he's even had dinner!
That's the evening. The mornings is when he's an even bigger help. The mornings are my other bad time of the day (the middle is bad too but I can usually get a little relief and go on with my day). In the mornings he gets up first thing and makes me a protein shake. I have to have one of these in bed before I can even think about trying to take a shower. Then he gets in the shower during which the girls wake up. Big Bear comes in our room and talks to me while I drink my shake but Me Too is stuck in her crib. Once Doug is out of the shower, he gets dressed and then goes in to take care of the dirty work (diapers that is) that there is no way I could handle. There is no way I could do dirty diapers first thing in the morning - shake or no shake. Next he makes their breakfast (another thing I can't handle in the morning) while he makes his lunch. He usually has them all settled in their high chairs and about the time that I come out from showering and can usually handle it from there.
He does this without complaint (usually) and with such a servant's heart. I'm so proud of him for how he has stepped up to take care of me and our family during this time. I hope he knows that his service to me and the girls is also a way of serving and worshipping God. I hope he knows that his rewards are being stacked up for him in heaven. I hope he knows how much I love and adore him for being such a great husband and father.
I know we don't know a lot about St. Joseph but I feel that this was the type of husband and father he must have been for Mary and Jesus. I imagine him doing household things when Mary was sick or tired. I think that he took Jesus out to play or to his workshop to give Mary a rest when she needed it. And I'm sure he did it without complaint. He might not have always liked everything he was called to do but he did it for his family and to serve His God.
I am so blessed!!
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