Triathlon thursday, Triathlon week, triathlon summer, triathlon year...
My husband's home today and tomorrow. Can you guess what his second "job" is? Yeah, Triathlons. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly proud of him. My enthusiam has just leveled and waned off into our second year of training after work. Of course he says, joking, that work just gets in his way. I do think he would like to cut back his hours and train more.
Big race is on Sunday here in our little WV city. So it's a big deal here at our house. I'm sure hubby will meet his goal finishing time. He's had a few practices now in open water, so that shouldn't be as freaky as in the last race. (I don't know, I'd still be freaked out swimming in the river.)
Thanks to all you faithful blog readers! Your comments crack me up!
7 comments:
tell your husband "good luck" for me. triathalons. very impressive. i only run when being chased and the last time i rode a bike i crashed everytime i stopped (to my defense the bike was way too tall for me and i couldn't touch the ground when i was sitting on the seat). anyway, i can relate to the support-your-husband-but-still-a-little-frustrated feeling. my husband is currently working full time and taking classes. he already has his degree and doesn't NEED to take classes, but he wants to--so he does. i think it's great he wants to learn, BUT sometimes i wish he just came home after work and hung out with litte man and i.
Yes, sometimes, especially during tough, tiring times, I feel like I'm raising the girls alone.
Not true though, and thankgoodness for my girlfriends and nights out and away. But occasionally that irrational train of thought starts up in my brain....
Wow, a triathlete. That is impressive. We moms should have a name like that what with our multi athleticism. Our skills would include running to grab the phone with a baby on one hip, dodging a variety of toys strewn across the floor, while simultaneously making dinner, doing the laundry and, of course, blogging.
In regards to the 'potty crisis'. We switched to the on-the-toilet-seat too and I am not to proud to say that I forced the switch by making it sound like the best place in the world to sit. Our potty is currently at our in-laws. Not sure that we will retrieve it to potty train my youngest.
You're right, we need a special name for our baby hip-hugging tricks. Amazing what we can do with one available hand.
Glad to hear about your potty update. Cleaning poop out of a potty is one of those gross things nobody talks about. You were brillant to make the new seat sound so wonderful. I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation LOL!
It was pretty funny. Basically it involved ensuring her that this was how each and everyone (in the known world) poops. I can't tell you the number of times we have talked about how all our friends go to the toilet.
Lydee- you've been tagged as a "rockin' girl blogger" on my web-site- check it out and play if you want to.
My sympathies. My husband is not quite as compulsive in his exercise habits, but there were several years there when I really resented his two-hour-a-day habit, while I was stuck with a nursing baby and a wild toddler. I mean, really, how many hours a day do you get all to yourself? But the kids are older now and my husband is, hands down, the hottest soon-to-be-fifty-year-old on the planet, so it's not all bad!
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