It
is I, Long Suffering Husband (LSH) and thought it was time I hijacked
the blog and told the world what it is like to live in the turmoil
which is Funky Sprogs.
Sorry,
did I say turmoil? Obviously I meant 'thriving cottage industry' but
for the sake of brevity, lets call it turmoil. Toni may disagree but
she doesn't see it from my viewpoint. Let me give you an example. I
was in hospital last week – nothing serious, just chopping a couple
of tubes – and I was close to having to explain that the track
marks on the soles of my feet were NOT from illicit drug use because
the veins in my eye's couldn't take any more injections, but the
result of the numerous pins, safety pins and needles which are
routinely scattered over the floor in the dining room.
You
know the scene in any bank heist film when they're moving towards the
vault down the corridor with the lasers in it and they're hopping
from foot to foot to avoid triggering the alarm? Now imagine doing
that whilst carrying a cup of coffee.... That's me, the LSH!
Being
the LSH does have its advantages. The football/rugby/cricket is
available to record and can be played back whilst the production line
is in full swing and without a murmur of complaint, in fact you may
even get the occasional offer of a beer from an absent wife. A
disreputable LSH would also utilise the periods of childcare
responsibility whilst his wife was at a craft fair to watch Match of
the Day from the previous night, but not me... ever.... honest... and
the kids love watching Gary Lineker.
I
do love the output from the production line. I'm style blind though
and I can't claim any credit for the designs – Toni has the style
genes and thankfully she has passed them on to our son, Dominic, who
can be relied on for an honest and uncannily accurate assessment of
anything he is presented with. I do think Toni could ask me and then
just do the opposite but hey, it makes Dominic feel useful.
I
love the enthusiasm that Toni has for Funky Sprogs and don't begrudge
the place it has in our lives and the fact it takes her away from me
on occasions, though less than my job does.
Do
I feel excluded? No. Am I long suffering? On occasions. Do I get to
watch the footy? Definitely!
LSH
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