A Day Of Disappointments

February 4, 2018

I’m writing tonights blog post to the soundtrack of the Super Bowl. The Husbands team, The New England Patriots, is once again playing and they are losing. Now, The Patriots are notorious for this, taking all of their fans to the brink of heart failure, only to pull some play magic out of their arses in the final seconds. So I refuse to get dragged into their emotional rollercoaster of hell. My rhythmic breathing, essential oil diffusing and camomile tea (just kidding, I’m on my 2nd glass of wine) are keeping my emotions stable.  And for the safety of our marriage, The Husband and I are watching in separate rooms. He’s not himself when the Patriots play. More of a weird psychopathic beast with an uncontrollable back and forth rocking urge. Random outbursts of abuse and love are at the same angry volume. At any moment, from a fully seated position, he can suddenly eject himself off the couch and kiss the ceiling with the top of his stressed out head. To be on the receiving end of an embrace will leave you wondering if you just got punched or hugged. His intensity is too much for both of us to be in the same space.

In other disappointing news, today I was to run in the annual Hot Chocolate 15k, only to realize a couple of weeks ago that it was the same weekend The Husband was in New York for the Millrose Games and his flight back didn’t land til late Sunday morning, where as the 15k start time was 7.40am. So being the responsible mother that I am, I chose to not leave the boys to take of them selves while I ran the downtown streets of Atlanta. But we did show up to support my running partner and good friend Mike as he and thousands of other runners braved the early morning monsoon style rains.

I had initially decided not to take the boys downtown to cheer for Mike, the rain was that bad. But as the morning wore on, it had decreased to what we Irish would refer to as a simple “dirty day”. And on dirty days, we get on with shit. So there we were scanning the runners looking for Mike.

***BREAKING NEWS*** THE PATRIOTS JUST LOST. I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT. F#@K!!!!!!! ITS ABOUT TO BE A ROUGH WEEK. THE HOUSE WILL BE IN AN OFFICIAL STATE OF MOURNING.

These runners are dressed for the weather.

A little puddle play while we wait.

Spotted, Mike.

Supportive cheers and high-5’s.

So happy they got to see him.

Its just so hard to resist a puddle.

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