I am. I am not.

Lots of blogs out there have amazing tributes to Father's and husbands right now. Lots of couples have cutesy romantic stories. Lots of wives are good at showing their appreciation.

I am not.

I am not a lot of things.
I am not a sappy person- (except when it comes to my kids).
I am not a good dishwasher.
I am not a great laundry folder/picker-upper.

I am some other things.
I am a procrastinator.
I am unorganized.
I am apparently- although not purposely- using our car as a storage unit.

I do not do a lot of things I should.
I do not fold the laundry as soon as it is done or even that day.
I do not make wonderful home cooked meals every night.
I do not "glam up" every day.

I do some things.
I do make excuses.
I do love gardening much more than house work.
I do love my husband.

My husband:

He used to be an avid golfer.
He is now an occasional golfer.
He used to be an avid hunter.
He now has children with birthdays during hunting season.
He used to watch action packed, bad word filled, man movies.
He now watches things that are "mommy approved."
He used to get lots of attention from his wife.
He now watches his kids get lots of attention from his wife.
He used to go to school while his wife "brought home the bacon" and kept up the house.
He now works 6 days a week and his stay-at-home wife doesn't keep up the house.

He used to love me.
He still does- despite all of the reasons above.

We are not a couple that walks around all lovey dovey. We have had many many ups and downs. We have come a very long way in our marriage. We have been to counseling. We have needed medications. We have wept ......and worked together. I rarely show my appreciation for my husband. I think Father's Day was invented for a person like me to get a little kick-in-the-you-know-where to be a little- make that a lot- more grateful for what I have.

My husband gives me a hard time that this blog is used to make fun of him a little- all good fun, mind you. I don't know why- but it is hard for me to be nicest to those I love the mostest. (When you write something nice about someone else, you don't have to use proper English.)

My dear husband: Happy Father's Day. And, most of all, thanks for putting up with me. Oh yeah- and I might have forgotten to buy you a present.


So, Bloggies: What wonderful things are you doing, (did you do), for the father's in your life? I need some good ideas so that by next year maybe I will actually do one of them.