Let me—Staci—preface this post this way: After heading to bed at 7pm Las Vegas time on Monday after a crazy, busy day, I awoke to a text at 9:30pm from my husband telling me he decided to write a post on my blog.
I was thrilled and told him I would look at it in the morning. I called him at 5:30am, Vegas time, as I was headed down to do some work and he reminded me to edit and post this for him.
As I sat at Starbucks reading it I was in tears from both laughing and feeling the love. I sure miss my incredible man and just love him so much! Enjoy this RARE read from my amazing husband.
A Blogger’s Husband
I had a thought early today that I kind of felt like the bride-to-be in movie “The Hangover.” I knew my wife needed to take this trip to Vegas for CES but was weary of the outcome.
My wife hanging out with 4 other crazy bloggers in “Sin City” just made me stop and think about how I got to this point in my life.
I am a “Blogger’s Husband”.
I can remember the days of old when we didn’t have to worry about having a blog post every day. Or wondering what we should Stumble to gain traffic for the weekend.
No, no… Pinterest, candy for your eyes, which is all I have to say about that. I never can tell when I am going to be asked to read a book or take her to do a midnight shop.
By no means am I complaining, but I do wonder sometimes if the mailman, FedEx or UPS driver will ever bring me anything in the mail.
So now she is gone for six days living it up at what I would think is one of the coolest conventions. Me, the lonely husband here working the regular 9-5 J.O.B; wondering where I went wrong.
To only think, a couple months ago she told me that I could just work for her and everything would be great. Now that I think about it… it could be me in Vegas with all the tech headed people.
It has been roughly about 57 hours since she has taken off and every time I talk to her it is short conversations.
Like, “Hi“… “Hey!”
“How is it going? you having fun?”
“I will have to tell you later, bye”
You know as long as she makes it back without getting lost, waking up with a tiger in the bathroom, getting re-married, arrested, finding a baby named Tyler, stealing a cop car, confronting an Asian gangster, and can make it back with all her teeth, I guess you can consider it a successful trip.
You know, luckily Doug made it back in time for his wedding day, and although my wedding day has come and gone, I just look forward to Thursday when she arrives home.
I am just teasing though.
I do love that she has found her place and a new found passion second to the kids and I. I have to say, Staci, you have definitely made a lot of changes over the past year and I am proud of you.
Warning: This blog post is not from a real blogger.