My husband is a funny man. He goes full hammer all day long from one project to the next at the speed of lightning. People have called him Mr Xtreme.
He is a passionate, physical man who goes a million miles an hour on a slow day. Even after sustaining a quite a bad physical injury which has left him with a significant disability he still achieves more than me on a good day.The result of marrying a high achiever is that lots of stuff gets done around the place, but you rarely have down time. They also expect you to achieve grand things whilst they've been at work, and anyone with two small kids at home knows you achieve stuff-all most of the time, or they make it look like you did nothing all day, as the place is in a constant state of disarray!
Another problem with this type of person is that if you accidentally get in their way while they are going hell for leather is they may clobber ya. You know whats coming....so I wife-ily delivered some food to him in the garage the other day, whilst he worked on a vintage car he's got and as I walked past he dropped a diff(a huge metal thing that goes in a car....) on my foot and then blamed me for doing it. Admittedly I am generally a clumsy type of person; but this is no reason to assume I did anything on this occasion. I was left with a huge bruise and no apology. Some kind words followed that interaction!
Also I have gotten used to being blamed for error. If something is scratched or broken he enquires loudly 'what happened here', or 'what did you run into', or 'when did you do this'....its a lot of pressure. The one advantage to having children is that there is always someone else to blame, so that even if I have had a blunder I can avoid a frown in my direction by claiming one of the tiny savages did it....and they are far too cute to punish.
Mr Xtreme does gives everything 150 per cent. Unfortunately his effort doesn't always giveback the same joy. In fact he has nicknamed himself 'Luckless'; Which provides me with quite a lot of humour when it doesn't bring me to tears. Something that should only be a simple task often becomes disastrously tricky. If he has any sort of accident it is never small, it will be tragic.
This is probably because he embarks on grand feats. I am never surprised to peer out one of our windows and see him sawing a car in half, or scaling a ladder with leg in plaster, or finding him tied to a 10m tree with chainsaw in hand....I'm not always pleased, but I am never shocked. I have also just realised that 14 month old savage is going to take after clever daddy. I walked in to see him sitting on top of the bar fridge the other day....he only just learnt to walk. Resembling a small hulk like creature he scales any obstacle and wrecks anything in his path.
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