A trip to the emergency room--not for the pregnant woman, for the 32 year old man child...

 So you know we are insanely busy right? You know that we work full time jobs, we have two kids in schools and both have a plethora of activities going on. You may also know that we will be moving soon and we are not only looking for a new place to live, we are slowly getting our current house ready to rent to my sister in law. If you're familiar with our story you may also know that I am almost 8 weeks pregnant with our third kid. We also have nearly endless family obligations and we are hosting a combined birthday party for 3 at our house this weekend. 

My sun literally rises and sets with my husband.  I have been madly in love with him for over 19 years now. I still get butterflies every time I see him and hearing him come in the house after he's been out is a sound of pure joy to me. I am so physically attracted to him that I often feel the urge to bite him. I say its because I can never be quite close enough to him but our therapist describes it as "affection aggression" and is apparently fairly common. The man is a genius with a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering, manages a team of about 13 people in addition to owning his own business. He's an amazing father, an officer in the military and everyone loves him. He's also a goddamn idiot, a dumbass if you will.   

You know what I really don't need right now? Him deciding that he needs to climb a tree because "some kids were" and forcing us to spend the evening in the ER.  

Our son is playing on a fall baseball league and while I'm thrilled that Bubs is not coaching, apparently him being on the sidelines is much more dangerous. It was a really nice evening so we went to the park and I got to see some friends I haven't seen in a while. Apparently just sitting there be a spectator is far too boring for Bubs and I could see over my shoulder he was climbing the huge oak trees in the park with some of the brothers and sisters of the teammates...you know the 5 through 12 year old brothers and sisters. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening because the other mom's husbands were either  at home watching the football game or watching the pregame on their phones--you know, normal. 

I lost track of him and a few minutes later he came limping up to me saying that he was "kind of" hurt. I asked him what happened and with the biggest grin you ever could imagine he said "I fell out of the tree, pretty cool." I was like "oh my god Bubs we need to get you to the ER" while trying to hide my shame from my friends.  He had the nerve to tell me he could walk it off but when his leg literally buckled underneath him I told him I was done with stupidity, we were going. We got another parent to take our son to my parents and drove to ER--he wanted to drive!!!  We spent about 4 hours from check in to check out and the very cute nurses all were impressed with his youth and vigor while the stern former military doctor seemed to question my husband's commitment to the defense of the country. He's now in a hard cast with crutches until he can get in to see an orthopedic doctor, hopefully soon.  He's done with running for a long time which probably means the ultra-distance run he wanted to do with my brother in October is probably not going to happen. All the ER doctor could really say was this may be one of those ankle injuries that will heal up in a couple of weeks since you're in good shape or may be one of those injuries that require surgery." 

I really want to be mad at him, like I'm just itching to go in and scream my head off and tell him that I want a normal husband who works 9 to 5 and doesn't feel the need to pick up snakes and spiders, run 18 miles on a Saturday morning instead of spending the morning in bed with his VERY willing wife, or you know climb trees to show off for kids. But as soon as I get out the first syllables of "what the hell were you thinking..." he's going to give me his huge smile with slightly crooked bottom teeth and dimples and say "chill Dani, chicks dig scars, including you" and I'll just have to realize I married one of the coolest men to ever exist. 

It's never, never a dull moment with us. Like NEVER. 

Just to not leave you hanging from Saturday's little fight. We are totally fine. I think I left it that we weren't sure how we are supposed to recover from one of our "time outs" so we both kept waiting for the other to approach. I think it was about half an hour after I made that post I went and found him and told him that I wasn't sure if he needed more time but one or both of us had to get pick up the kids from their sleepovers. I don't quite know exactly what we said to each other but we both ended up agreeing that it was a stupid fight and he should have communicated with each other about what our expectations were and that we can do a better job the next time we get the chance to do something like that.  All is good.