Life, the Universe and Everything Tracey
byI let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
I let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
My only excuse is homeschooling my children has consequences. Making them smarter appears to have dumbed me down.
I don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
Tracey was standing in the door posing sexily in a way which always makes me chuckle for the cheeky audacity of this wonderful woman. But as a husband with 16 years experience I knew this was no time to relax. This was a test.
Things heated up in the kitchen this morning as we raced around attempting the seemingly impossible – to get the kids and us to three different events all happening at the same time.
Not much to do sitting around in hospital, so Tracey and I amused ourselves putting this list together.
“We both need to go,” Tracey informed me late last week when I questioned Winter’s doggy training on Monday nights. If I’d known it was going to come to that I never would have mentioned it…
Mothers Day had a very real chance of being a memorial instead of a celebration for the kids and I, so this year it’s especially sweet to be able to tell Tracey how much we love her, and to spoil her a bit.
Not much time today to write because we left my oldest & his girlfriend behind and drove to the Gold Coast for a few days…but I couldn’t resist taking a couple of minutes before bed.
I keep talking to Tracey as she lies sprawled out on her ICU bed and she, poor poppet, still has a tube in her mouth so she’s unable to communicate outside of nodding, shaking her head, eye rolling and wiggling her cute little eyebrows.
There is really nothing to report since the last post, but I’ve been getting so many concerned enquiries I figured I better let people know that.
Today was going to be when they brought Tracey out of her induced ‘slumber’ and back to reality. It wasn’t.
This list is in no way a complaint. Any chance I have of enjoying sex in the near future depends on me making that point perfectly clear.
Sex, sex, sex, sex – it’s my favourite four letter word.
A passerby would assume a flock of geese have descended on our household – It’s all very Jumanji here at the moment.