The many Mr Men of you #WOTW

My one word to sum up this week could have been “warm” because …well, it has been just a “tad” warm hasn’t it?

It’s not though, I’ve decided – as it was Fathers Day last weekend – to devote my little piece of the blogging world to my Hubbie and the many ways in which he is a Mr Man, 17 to be precise as that’s how many years we’ve known each other, 15 of them as “marrieds”.

There they are, Mr Men (My WOTW), look at the price on the book! They’re twice that amount now I think, this book – which has been enjoyed by all our children – must have been bought for C, our eldest.

So, let’s start:

Right now, Hubbie, you’re Mr Noisy as you sleep beside me.   The “anti-snoring device” – as D calls it, because that is what it is – only seems to work when you’re on your side, not on your back.  Fortunately you never remember as I roll you back on your side if the snores get too loud! 

Going back waaay through the mists of time – okay 17 years – you were Mr Quiet when I first met you, C was quiet too as he hid his six year old self behind me, little did we know then that we’d marry on the two year anniversary of our first date and, within another two years, our family of 3 would become one of 5, with the arrival of T and D. I don’t regret a moment.

You’ve done well this week, working in this heat, if there was a “Mr Sweaty” you’d have won it hands-down as you’ve been working outside, so I’ll settle for Mr Messy as we can always tell what paint colour you’ve been using from the splatters on your work t-shirt.

I couldn’t do what you do – my Mr Brave – scaling up ladders to paint, our daughter has inherited your head for heights, she squeals with delight on mega high rides at theme parks, whilst I keep my eyes tightly shut beside her and count down until my feet are back on the ground.    It’s strange, D has so, so many anxieties but will happily be strapped into a flipping fast/tall ride and absolutely love it! 

Sometimes you can be Mr Grumpy, when the boom-boom-boom from the base coming from next door almost seems to make our “party wall” shake or the shouting as they reprimand their children blasts  through.  It’s understandable, we pay out a lot to the mortgage company every month and love our little house and D was born here, which will always make it special.   You were Mr Happy on that day, in our new house, six weeks after we moved in.  T was born in our old house, both planned that way.

T’s just agreed to move over to another football team within the club and you’re taking a step back from helping with coaching to focus on him and his performance.  Football has been T’s 24/7 obsession since he could pull himself up and bounce on his heels as he watched a game, our left-footed boy.  Maybe you’ll have a little Mr Daydream moment as you watch from the sidelines, T will have more opportunities for development now, it will be interesting and who knows what new pitches you’ll travel to from now on, in the wind/rain/blistering heat! 

It’s funny, after 17 years, we’ll quite often start to say the same time to each other or know exactly what the other is thinking.  I can often stop what I’m doing and think I need to ask you something/let you know about a customer and you’ll phone me, Mr Clever! (that surprised you didn’t it? These isn’t a Mr Mind Reader or Mr Spooky!)

Working outside up ladders or in people’s houses you occasionally manage to do a Mr Bump and bang your head, I’m relieved that, since I’ve known you, you’ve only come off your ladder once, my Mr Bounce!

We both can have a lot on our minds and you can get a bit Mr Forgetful, D thinks it’s hilarious if I text you a “to do” list for the shops in the style of “Keeping Up Appearances” or “Allo Allo”, it’s the little things that make us like Mr Cheerful amongst all the “fun” of self-employment and SN parenting, sometimes you do have your Mr Worry moments, it’s natural but we face them together, my Mr Strong.

I can’t mention Mr Men without Mr Greedy, you wouldn’t be able to manage a whole Mr Greedy breakfast but you’d have a good try. In the words of the butcher from “Little Miss Fickle” “beef sausages or pork sausages?” but “chops would be tastier!” is the reply, which fortunately wasn’t uttered when you had sausages for tea tonight! 

All in all, you’re my Mr Perfect, a great dad to our children – D says you’re “funny and loveable” and T says you’re “always there” for him – and Mr Silly to my Mrs Silly (which must make it funny when someone overhears one of our phone calls!).

Life is too short for it not to be fun, eh?  

Love you. 

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