|Taking a nap on Thanksgiving Day.|
Does anyone else’s husband have a hobby (video games) that keeps him up until all hours of the night, causing him to be a narcoleptic during the day?
Oh, it’s just me?
That’s what I figured. Well … I cope by telling myself that it could be worse. He could be a philanderer. Or an out-of-control gambler. Or a drunk. Instead he spends an average of four hours a day sucked into an imaginary world I will NEVER understand. And the result? Narcolepsy.
Yesterday I carried a basket full of clean laundry upstairs and left Husband downstairs with ONE. I was up there maybe ten minutes when ONE came clambering up the stairs, arms full of Christmas ornaments which he had removed from the tree directly next to Husband’s head — which was on the couch.
Apparently the minute I left the room he fell into a slumber so deep he didn’t hear the rustling of the tree or the clanging of the ornaments … much like a narcoleptic would do. It took pretty much everything in me not to snap. I think I yelled something like “what the HELL?!” and then I let him deal with the mess.
Ah … husbands. Some hunt deer, some pretend to live in a world where warlocks and witches kill each other. Truthfully, I’d be pissed if he tried to hang a deer head on the wall. So again, it could be worse …?
As you can probably imagine, I have LOTS more to say on the matter, but I’ll just stop here. If anyone who reads this has helpful advice on how to deal with a gamer spouse, then bring it.