What is it, about men and sports?
Like seriously, I would like to know, from some of you real men out there, why you forget about everything else that exits when you are thinking about / watching / planning sports?
The kids can be going crazy around you - you don't notice.
Your wife is running around trying to get everything done even though it's the weekend and she'd love to plonk herself down with a good book - but you don't notice.
Said wife starts banging cupboard doors and slamming things down on the table in front of you - still, nothing permeates.
Dinner is on the table - very slight reaction to the possibility of food. Need I continue? (I would like to say, at this point, that yes, I am talking largely about myself here but am hoping that more than one other woman will relate - please tell me I'm not alone!).
And I would love to hear from you real women out there, who live with such real men, on how you manage life with these guys that I know you love with all your hearts?
Please don't get me wrong, I love my man to bits. I'm just trying to understand one of these "men are from Mars, women are from Venus" differences.
So anyway, I don't really have anything to add at this point other than I'm extremely interested in reading you, and I am seriously in need of a glass of red wine!
Kia kaha! Be strong!