My Husband...

Its 8am on Super Bowl Sunday...I am supposed to be going to a fun party to eat myself silly and gossip with the girls, but Brynn gave me her cold...why is it I get sick at every special occasion? And the worst part is since I am nursing, I am too afraid to take anything.

So, I can sit here and be all *thinking* and *blogging* in my PJs.

My Husband....god knows I love the man. He is a great guy, great husband who has put up with my post-pardum lack of sex drive (TMI?), and an even better Father. But Day-um he drives me bonkers.

There are a couple of things that drives me nuts. But today, I would like to focus on his Memory skills, or lack there of. Are your husbands like this? Or just mine?

Oh Man is this one on the top of my list. Its so weird because he has all of this random crap he will remember, like random movie facts, and music history, and boring ass science stuff, and things of that nature. But a conversation we had 1 hour ago...it disappears into the abyss that is his brain. *sigh*

Here is a conversation we had a couple days ago:

Me: "Babe, we have a birthday party of Feb 21st in Sacramento for Sean."
Chad: "okay, what are they doing?"
Me: "Go Cart racing, but its a surprise party so don't say anything"
Chad: "Sure thing"

***we even went on to have a full blown conversation about how I just wanted to go to Sactown and back and not make it a big production by going to his parents house and everything else.

Last night:
Chad: "Lets go to the Steinhard in February"
Me: "okay, but not the weekend of the 21st"
Chad: "Why?"
Me: Seans birthday.
Chad: "What are they doing"
Me: "Seriously? We talked about this...you don't remember?"
Chad: "No really, I don't remember"
Me: "Chad, Please LOOK in your brain and think about it....don't just say 'I don't remember' out of default....actually take some time and try to remember"
Chad: (squinting as he is concentrating and searching his brain for our conversation) ...... "Nope, I don't remember"

He seriously had no recollection of the conversation...like it just disappeared into outer space.

The worst part, is he admits that the reason that he never remembers things I tell him is because he never fully listens to me (AH-HA! Busted!)...like I am that voice from Charlie Brown and all he hears when I talk is "wha wha wha wha wha". What an arse. But at least I can use it to my advantage to get out of things.

"babe, I told you about it months ago....you must have forgotten, poor thing."

Men, you cant live with them, and you can't pro-create with out them