SpaceDad...

It was my wedding anniversary yesterday... so SpaceDad and I dumped the kids off on SpaceNan and decided to go out for a meal...we are unbelievably disorganised and it really didn't enter our heads to book, so over 2 hours later after being told there was anything from a 40 minute to a 2 hour wait for a table, we decided to grab a KFC and drive 10 miles to Gloucestershire's answer to Primrose Hill to have a picnic.  The chicken was cold, the Pepsi was flat and my dessert was melted...but it was lovely.  We got the picnic blanket, sat on the hill and looked over the county.  We sat there enjoying the silence after having the kids at home for 4 weeks, I thought this is great, we are at that stage in our relationship where we don't need to communicate, we are just content to be in each others company, not speaking, just enjoying being there with each other...as I looked over to Spacedad...I saw him lying on the floor, fast asleep, with his mouth open and a great blob of mayonnaise hanging off his lip...

I do love Spacedad, he's a great dad, he's easygoing...everyone likes him and I truly have never met anyone who can make me laugh like he can, he does has his faults, and these are changeable depending on my mood, at the moment as I think of him, there are only two....

Spacedad Fault No 1 :  Spacedad is  music snob, he will examine everyone on their musical tastes and if there is so much of a hint of anyone liking Phil Collins, Simply Red, JLS, Black Eyed Peas etc etc...(I think you get my drift), then I see a look of distaste coming over his face and then I know the debate about music is coming...The Faces, Hendrix, The Clash, Foo Fighters, Rolling Stones, Zepplin, Alabama 3, these apparently are the some of the bands the youth of today should listen too.  I'm not sure his friends would listen to him as much if they realised that I walked in and caught him doing the running man to MC Hammer in the kitchen one day.   I think he would leave me if I told anyone...

Spacedad Fault No 2 :  If you do have to clear your ears out with cotton buds...and you do have to put them into the toilet...then you need to flush that toilet.  I hate walking into the bathroom in the morning and see little white sticks in the toilet with neon orange ends...it makes me gag.   I may have to start fishing them out and sewing them to his clothes...maybe that would teach him a lesson.

All in all, I am very lucky to have married such a fab man, and he is stupendously lucky to have me...don't cha think? :-)