If you are new to meeting my husband, please don’t be thrown off if he continues to further introduce himself as husband number six. Yes, I’ve had a few husbands, but not six. I just roll my eyes when people say, “I just love Bobby!” I respond, “Yes, yes, EVERYBODY loves Bobby. In fact, he needs his own TV show.” I’m constantly reminded of this when we go to theme parks, airports, concerts, and any local Taco Tuesday. Someone always shouts out, “BOBBBBBBBY!!!!” and runs over to high-five him.
The last time we babysat for my son and daughter-in-law, I heard a knock at their door. Much to my surprise, it was my ex. I hesitantly greeted him, and he had the audacity to ask me, “I heard Bobby was in town, could I steal him to go grab a beer and catch up?” I stood there half confused and half amused and thought to myself, did my ex really just ask if my husband could come out to play? After all, what could these two possibly have in common?
He finds humor in the fact there is a thirteen year age difference between us. He loves to remind me that he bought his first GT BMX bike when I was buying my first home. We have had to learn to share the radio on road trips, him a little Oingo Boingo and me a little Queen. Not to mention, he loves asking the waitress if they have a senior citizen menu and chuckles!
So, I have to ask myself, “Why does everybody love Bobby?” Men tell me that he’s a guy’s guy. My sister’s claim he’s the first husband to ever put me in my place. My girlfriends think he’s their own personal marriage counselor. My grandkids run past me and jump in his arms. I think of him as a cross between Al Bundy, Charlie Harper (Sheen) and, of course, Raymond.
Bobby has a knack for finding humor, and even more importantly has helped me to find it in life. They say laughter releases endorphins, or feel good hormones and I truly believe this. Humor has been the saving grace in our eighteen years of marriage, and helped us to find forgiveness at a much faster speed than when we were younger. We have experienced and survived tragic moments, and yet it has bonded us closer and given us a greater appreciation for time, life, and God.
Thank you my husband for making me laugh. For you I blog…for you I find humor!
There was a time, as a suddenly single mother of four boys, I came to discover that I needed a game plan that would require some magic on my part. You see, after a period of time of being single, I realized that I wanted go out with some co-workers or even go on a date. Yet, I needed a babysitter. My calls would start off like this, “Hi, do you think you can watch my boys Friday night?” There would be a moment of silence followed by my own echoed “hello?” I found people needed that extra minute of time to quickly think of an excuse. Their next question would be, “all four????” And then, “I guess if you can’t find anyone else, then call me.”
I needed to change my game plan a bit. I had to figure out how to “convince” rather than “ask.” So I thought about it, and decided that the problem was that I was asking the wrong age group. My elders were tired of kids and were enjoying their empty nests. My married friends were reluctant (and a little resentful) of enabling my newfound “singlehood,” and my family was too busy being… a family.
One day, my six-year-old son and I were standing in line at Taco Bell, behind a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl. My son was staring up at her and unbeknownst to me blurted out, “Wow! You are hot! Can you give my mom your phone number and babysit me and my brothers?” I stood there speechless and started to apologize, but she was already handing me her phone number and schedule. I gave him the evil eye and then realized that he was so proud of himself. Hmmm, we may have been on to something. He and I might be the next Moses and Addie from Paper Moon. I told him, “Next time DON’T mention you have brothers.”
These younger girls were great, although easily manipulated by my sweet and innocent boys. Ha! These girls also lacked the experience with discipline. I had one call me and say, “Your boys are all on the roof and will not come down, what should I do?” I had another nervously laugh and tell me the boys had tied her to a chair and ran down to their friends and accidently forgot her. Then there was the time when I crawled in at midnight and found the babysitter and boys laying on the floor playing Super Mario Bros and my youngest was sitting on her back cornrowing her hair. I think they even asked if she could move in with us.
Needless to say, I went through a ton of babysitters and to this day, I still run into these girls. Each one says, “Hi, remember me? I was your babysitter. As I start to work up my apology, they are already expressing their babysitting story with my boys and how it was an adventure they will never forget. To all you babysitters, thank you! For you I Blog… for you… I find humor!!