So my husband joined a men’s softball team. Yup. Every Tuesday night. While I know this is normal for a lot of men across America, I have to be a little honest. I was scared of the commitment. When he asked me if I thought he should play, I told him to do it. I just made sure he realized I wouldn’t be committing to coming every week. I’ve made just about the only sort of commitment I was ready for, which was marrying him. After that, I’m just not sure I have it in me. His team is on week four, and I haven’t made it to one game yet. Oops.
Before you go thinking about how mean I am, just know, I am clearly very busy. And by very busy, I mean: I have so many better things to do than sit on a bleacher and watch him make a fool of himself. Like watching Bachelor in Paradise, or washing my hair. Isn’t Extreme Weight Loss on tonight? Yeah. Thought so. I don’t think DVR works on those shows, so I guess I’ll have to stay home.
So in honor of missing week four, I made him a little treat to take to the park. This way, he knows how much I love him. Don’t worry, I’ll take clear-cut notes on Bachelor so he doesn’t miss anything. I mean, no one wants to miss Ashley crying. Again.