The Clogged Toilet Philosophy

The other night our toilet kept backing up. It wasn’t overflowing, but it definitely wasn’t clearing. Upon hearing this, my husband went in to the bathroom and got to work on it.

My youngest was completely curious on what a clogged toilet looked like and how to fix it, so he followed my husband in to the bathroom. He watched as his dad plunged away, with no luck. My littlest then announced, ” Uh oh, that’s it. We need to call a plumber.”

My husband grumbled something as he walked out of the house and to the store. I guess our plunger wasn’t doing its job anymore and it was time to get a new one.

Hubby returns homes and gets back to work on the toilet with the new plunger. My youngest again follows my husband in to the bathroom and after about 30 seconds of watching his daddy work away…..and it was still clogged, he shouts louder, “Uh oh, still not fixed. We definitely need a plumber!” My husband snapped back a bit and said, “No I will fix it.” Then shooed him out of the room.

After about 10 minutes of fussing, I hear a successful flush. The first thing my husband does is call my littlest back in to the bathroom. He then says this, ” When you have a problem of any sort in life, the first thing you need to do is try and fix it. You can’t just run out looking for someone to fix it for you. You need to really try on your own, before seeking out help.”

My littlest kiddo was super impressed that daddy fixed the toilet, but more so I think he may have learned a valuable lesson. “Sometimes you have to deal with the “poop” right in front of you and not rely on someone else to clean up the mess.”

 

My Main Man

Our life right now pretty much consists of sports.

Growing up very athletic, I really don’t have a problem with this. It’s kind of what I know.

I’m okay throwing on some jeans and a ragged t-shirt and getting my feet dirty (because I live in flip flops) in either baseball dirt, or soccer wet grass.

My husband though did not grow up like this. He didn’t do many sports.

When our babies first started playing sports, I was left solo often to deal with it. He didn’t have an interest in it, there wasn’t a comfort level there.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Though my husband didn’t get a lot of opportunities to play sports as a kid, he is very very athletic. He is a natural in so many arenas.

But, nonetheless….his heart just wasn’t in it.

So we fought.

It would drive me insane. I didn’t understand how we could be so different in this. To me our kids playing a sport was never an option. I don’t care what the sport is, but you will pick one and we are going for it.

For him it was, just let them be kids. Let them goof around at home and at the park.

We absolutely did not see eye to eye.

Here’s the thing though. As our boys have gotten older and really starting to truly enjoy and get a bit obsessive about their particular sport, my husband has changed.

He stopped fighting me about having to take a kid to practice. He stopped hating going to games. He actually became the perfect rock for us all in this crazy sports world.

Momma is competitive. I always have been. If you are going to do it, try your 100%… that’s all I ask. You don’t have to be the best, but you better be giving it your all. Because of that, I can get um…..vocal? Excited? Emotional…. yeah let’s say that, during games.

He has become the buffer.

I don’t have any clue when this shift occurred, but as I think about it now, damn it’s a wonderful thing. My oldest plays goalie for his competitive soccer team. Do you know how intense that is to watch….for an “emotional momma?” But my husband standing up and walking down the soccer field line to shout words of encouragement to our oldest or to remind him of certain things. All those things I am restraining myself from doing or grumbling under my breath…because I won’t do it as nicely….it’s amazing.

This man, he is my bestfriend. We have always been close in so many ways….but this sports gap sucked. It’s no longer an issue though. He is in it. He wants to be more for our boys. He wants to be the best dad he can. He wants to look back at his life as an old(er) man and think, yeah I did what I could.

THAT is amazing. THAT is admirable. THAT is a great dad. THAT is my man.

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