I used to say that the only way I could ever get a holiday from my Demented Domestic Goddess duties – was to get pregnant. Because then I would have to go live in New Zealand for a few months before and after the baby busted out because I have a small problem with sustaining an alien lifeform (I nearly die every time.) A rather extreme way to get a little ‘me-time’…
Now, the Hot Man is our resident ‘Demented Domestic God’ for a few months and he’s decided to cross a few things off his bucket list while he’s at it: a triathlon and a Half-Ironman. So in between laundry and dishes and making sure everyone brushes their teeth – he also bikes, runs and swims a lot. It makes him very tired. And a little grouchy too because he has to reach a certain weight so he can’t eat what he wants to.
He’s been doing a fabulous job with the Domestic Duties though, making it possible for me to write lots. ( And eat lots…) Until he tells me that he has to go to Samoa to run in a half-marathon and get some training done in the humidity there. He’s going away for ten days, he says. So I can acclimatize, he says. It’s essential preparation for the Half-Ironman in August, he says.
Okaaaay, I say. So he makes his flight bookings. Excitedly.
Then he tells me, when he comes BACK from his half-marathon, he has to go BACK to Samoa nine days after that so he can do a triathlon there. And be there for another ten days. So I can acclimatize, he says. I can’t do the Half-Ironman later in the year if I don’t do this triathlon first, he says. You know the roads there are very different from here in NZ, I’m taking my racing bike so I can get used to the terrain there, he says. We don’t want me to have any accidents in the Half-Ironman, he says.
No we don’t want that, I say.
So he makes his flight bookings. Gleefully.
I watch him pack all his gear. The bike, the protein powder, the carbo bars, the energy gels, the shoes. He’s excited and I’m excited for him. For the most part. It would help if he didn’t look so damn happy about the thought of escaping from us and the laundry and the dishes and the making of school lunches…
I wish I’d won the lottery so I could afford to go with him. (Actually purchasing a lottery ticket would probably have been helpful with that.) I wish we didn’t have five children who needed looking after so I could go with him. I could drive alongside him while he runs on the road, blasting encouraging music, throwing water at him – all while I eat panipopo from Siaosi’s shop. While he’s recovering from his event, I could be meeting up with my girlfriends, Kristin and Kathy for sundaes and gossip at McDonalds. ( okay, so we’re too old to be ‘girlfriends’ but you get the idea…) What a shaaamahzingly awesome trip it would have been. If I had gone.
But I didn’t.
Because I’m not the one who’s an athlete. Because I’m at home with the five children I gave birth to just so I could go on ‘holiday’ each time. And get a break from the rest of the children.
I’m such an idiot – what I should have done – is take up running. And run AWAY instead.
6 thoughts on “When Your Husband Runs Away From You”
I can’t believe Darren is so excited about all this exercise! As a geeky writer it goes against everything I believe in. I think the trick is to train your kids to do the housework for you while you write 🙂
We are such opposites…sigh. I sit here at my desk, he goes out with bike helmet on and bikes for an hour. Comes back in, im still sitting here at my desk. Goes out for a 10k run. Comes back and im still sitting here. Then off for his swim…and so on and so on.
You are right, well trained children are the key here. Ive got the teenagers operating as well-oiled machines (most of the time anyway!)
I wish I could find a way to escape, but not by running I don;t really run, ever.
Me too! I wish going to a spa was a sports event.
hahahaha! i love this post! my husband does this too! must be a polynesian thing… (i ended up with a tongan)
Aahhhhh so Im not the only one whos noticed this behaviour in a spouse?! LOL
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