Whoo, hooo! Upon finishing up my grumpy wife–which really translates to grumpy husband–post, I checked my site traffic and looked at the referral threads that are leading people to my site. Someone looked up Grumpy Husband and guess what came up? Housewifecafe is #1 out of 600,000 some hits on the words Grumpy Husband…How ’bout that???

Yeah, it’s meaningless. But it made me smile. Some other referrals: people looking up nudity (thanks to the contest) underwear, recipes, Victoria Secret…the people clearly looking for some sexy stuff, only stay a second.

Literally.

They scramble from the site so quickly it registers as a 0.0 second visit.

But makes me laugh, so its good.

I just need to clarify under no circumstances do I feel as though I’m perfect…I could recite my list of faults without blinking an eye (bad cliche’)…but I won’t, it’s my blog…Still I love you Bill, I really do…although I hope you miss this post, somehow…

Despite my disliking Halloween so much, the kids had a blast. They couldn’t have been more thrilled if the neighbors were giving out $100 bills. In fact I’m sure they wouldn’t have been.

And dear Bill has built an extra roomy doghouse for himself after being grumpy Friday, Saturday, playing golf all day Sunday (after I asked him to specify whether I should do work Sat. or Sun. and he said either…and I got no work done because he claims he doesn’t remember the conversation) and missing Halloween for the Steelers game. “Work,” he says and that’s fine, but certain things are not acceptable to miss unless you’re doing surgery, in surgery, or coaching in the game…And if you’re gone all week, for work even, you should be psyched to be with your kids and wife for the 36 hours you’re going to spend with them–36 hours over the whole week, that is.

Enough of that…Bill’s not feeling well…no, he’s not massively hung over after the nail biter Steelers game, he doesn’t drink…just a little virus he says, all bundled under the covers…

I’m not sympathetic at all right now…and he deserves some, I’m sure. But every week I feel like he feels now, for at least 24 hours (interferon injections) and guess how much sympathy I get? That’s right housespouses… none. At least none that’s unsolicited. I love him lots and feel bad that I can’t locate my supply of sympathy, but it has been one of those weeks.

Back to the title of my post…the first part…Halloween was really fun for the kids.

They were excited all day, leaping around, obnoxious with overflowing energy.
Faces lit up with the joy of gathering as much candy as possible before their little legs gave out.
I love it when they’re like that.
But it would have been more fun to see it with Bill…Oh shit, back to that. Yes, he hates me some times because I can’t let things go…not the things related to the kids anyway. Keeps things fresh. So when we like each other again, it’s as though we’re meeting for the first time…hehehe…kidding…neither one of us is romantic at all…just wait for the March post about our tenth anniversary…you’ll see how frighteningly unromantic we are…stay tuned….

PS…my babysitter canceled so no update on my nanowrimo word count…I’ll squeeze it in after the kids are in bed, the house is clean, I’ve mopped Bill’s feverish brow….