Mr B, Children and Me

I can't go any further with this blog without dedicating a blog to my partner in all this parenthood (granted I do feel like the Senior Partner!), who I will refer to as Mr B.  We met in 2000, married in 2004 and by the first wedding anniversary we were pregnant with FBS.  I always say that women are usually ready to be parents long before baby arrives, but men usually wait for baby to actually appear and then hopefully "step up". 
Thankfully Mr B was one of those that on setting eyes on his first born child fell hopelessly in love and thankfully, "stepped up". 

We have shared nearly five years of broken nights and early mornings, and the constant mad pace of our children.  As you can imagine, the romance that hadn't been killed by child birth and breast feeding truely had a job to survive.  One friday night I asked Mr. B if we should set the table and light a few candles, "Ah can we not just eat it in front of the telly and ignore each other?" He replied.  I readily agreed.

In our house the greatest trading commodity after time to ones-self is sleep.  A lie in (followed by toast and tea in bed), is the main way we have shown love for each other over the last five years.  This is what we are most interested in in the bedroom, (that said foreplay in the form of spending money to go shopping and he will definately be getting lucky).

Don't get me wrong we have fought - A lot.  Sometimes we have wondered if by the time they are both at school will we actually have a marriage left. 

So, what's to know about Mr B?  Well, tall and handsome of course (although he accuses me of fattening him up so he can't run away!).  He works in computers, which has totally led to my dummying down in this area.  He spends most of the little free time he has in our garage 'tinkering' with computers and an old landrover (a huge meccano set for grown ups).

His job, although keeping us all pretty well, takes him away, often two or three nights a week.  Certainly the kids and I do not like this (In my darker, most sleep deprived moments, I convince myself he engineers this for blissful, unbroken nights sleep in lovely hotels).  He works hard...well he works.

He does things 'differently', to me.  It's not unusual for Mr B to take TD out without nappies, etc, required for a child of her age.  Or to feed the children lollys and crisps on a day out, instead of insisting on at least a sandwich.  Although this is a bit annoying to me at least I know that they will all definately be having fun.  He certainly does fun very well indeed.

So married for 6 years.  I still think it's hilarious to describe him as my First Husband...Just to keep him on his toes.

Love
Kerry B x