The banter between handsome hubby and I is at an all time high! The infamous race (referenced below) is scheduled for this Saturday. Our boys tried to parlay with Goss Bucks but we all know that would not be appropriate. Perhaps growing up in a family where their parents have planned a “street race” makes them think that it might be acceptable for prepubescent boys to wager their wages. I will post the results of the race next week!
Until then, stop on over to Happy Wives Club and check out my guest blog post about the “4 Ways to Find the Sweet Spot in Your Marriage.”
(The Infamous Race Post)
There it was, hanging out there in all it’s brazen glory. The gauntlet had been thrown. Before I knew it, I’d (figuratively) taken off my glove, turned and faced my husband and slapped him right across the face as he drove his chosen route to our beach date with another family.
As often happens, right in the middle of an otherwise very pleasant conversation, I suddenly blurted out, “why are you driving this way to the freeway? You know, the other way is much faster.” (Unfiltered and overly dramatic tends to be my preferred communication style)
Continuing our l-o-n-g-e-r than necessary drive to the beach with the line perfectly fitted with the appropriate bait, handsome hubby gobbled it hook, line and sinker. He shot back, “what are you talking about?!?” “I have timed both routes and I know that this way is definitely faster!”
The previously rockin’ van loaded with our three excited boisterous boys was suddenly silenced after I shouted these words, “OH YEAH, LET’S RACE!” Two seconds later, after a collective gasp, the silence was pierced by escalating chants of RACE, RACE, RACE, RACE spurring us on from the bench in the way back (that’s what we mini vanners call our third row).
It was on! The entire van erupted in animated discussion about the ground rules for the race. The swagmobile, a 2006 Honda Odyssey (178,000 miles and counting), which sports an impressive 360 degree scratch made by middle son Caleb wielding a magnet, would be driven by yours truly. The 2013 Honda Accord Sport – which in my eyes is no match for my Odyssey, would be driven by handsome hubby. Everyone knows it’s not the year, make, nor model of the automobile, it’s the skill, intellect and fashion sense of the driver that wins the race! Lastly, and most importantly, each driver would have at least one son in the car to insure he/she did not surpass the speed limit.
As is often the case, I’ve had a few days to actually think about what we modeled in front of our children during our slow 3.5 mile drive to the beach. These were my assessments, 1) Mom questions dad’s decision-making ability 2) Dad infers mom speaks off the cuff with no actual proof to back her claims. 3) Mom and Dad will go to great lengths to prove they are right.
Who wants to send those messages to their children?! None of those would garner me a medal from Focus on the Family, so I decided I would back down. I would pull out of the race and tell my children that I would not race their dad and that his way was the right way for him and my way was best for me. Handsome hubby and I decided to meet for lunch (Costco Hotdogs) and I shared my plan. I told him that I was going to pull out of the race and maturely tell the kids why.
My amazing and now even more handsome in my eyes hubby adamantly declared, “Oh, we’re going to race alright! Are you kidding me? You can’t back out – we’re racing! It’s still on!
As I write this post, my eyes are beginning to water and I am thinking SEE, THAT’S WHY I LOVE THAT MAN and he, me. We are so perfectly suited for one of another. In the eyes of the “polite patrol”, or even some individual’s reading this post, we may be a disaster. I mean, who would be that competitive or behave that way in front of their children. But for us, these types of days are billows that fan the flame of our love for one another and our bonds as a family.
The race is scheduled for Saturday morning (pre-soccer game festivities). What handsome hubby doesn’t know is that I’ve been training this week while driving the kids to school. If you run into him please keep it to yourself. Everyone needs a little edge when they compete!
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.” ~ I Corinthians 9:24
(I know this is not the Biblical intent of this verse but I just couldn’t help myself!)