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8/28/2014

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So the Hawks played the other night. Not just played but nearly lost....In fact, they were looking so far gone that hubby was nearly ready to change the channel. Luckily they didn't (thank God, because a Hawks loss means a very cranky Daddy for at least a day or two). Despite the outcome, this ridiculously tense game did mean at least two hours of tourettes style shouting, swearing, moaning and ridiculously loud cries of “What the firetruck was that?!”


Whatever the preferred code of football in your house, I’m sure many of you can empathise with me on this one. It’s not too bad during other games. Sometimes we can even get away with watching something else and just flicking during the ads for a score update. But if the Hawks are playing then look out…..all kids need to be bathed, fed and sound asleep, dishes done, all conversations completed, with a signed contract committing me to no interruptions, before the game begins.


In my house it then goes one step further. Not only do we have to be prepared at all times for the sudden deafening roars, we also have to deal with the fact that my darling man thinks that he has missed his calling as an AFL umpire (umpire or referee? I’ve told you before, I’m sports illiterate) The comments range from, “Hmmm, good call that,” to “What the fluffy duck was he thinking?!” When he is not waking up the baby across the road with all the noise, it’s a constant commentary of what the umpires are not seeing that my husband is, what they are going to see in the next few seconds (because he thinks he’s some sort of sports psychic and can predict calls before the umpires even make them), what they’ve done right, what they’ve done wrong and most of all what they should have done instead. In other words he is an expert. That’s right. My husband, is an expert and honestly believes (and he’s not joking, he HONESTLY believes it) that he missed his calling as an AFL umpire.



And you know what, that’s ok. Because I too missed my calling and feel that I need to work just as hard as him to fulfill my true vocation…….as a wine connoisseur and personal shopper.  Vino, anyone?



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