Football wife….Undesirably

I’m sitting in the couch marginally interested in what’s going on between Holland and Uruguay. But as it’s a semi-final game I force myself to watch. If this was Sweden playing it would be another ball game all-together. Figure of speech anyways. Because Sweden is not in the semi finals. They are not even in the World Cup at all. Nor can I say their absence is noted.

As I sit in the couch, I secretly wish Holland will loose. Only to stop this madness of my husband who is as absent as the Swedish team. But I quickly remind myself that there would be another game waiting for third position, so I’m doomed no matter what.  All well and done, the Dutch team wins and are now in the Finals. The Vuvuzelas are drowning our streets with un-coordinated fanfares paying homage to the Oranje boys. Sebastian wakes up a few times, each and every time I stand ready with a bottle. He goes back to sleep again.

My husband decides to drop by around midnight. I was hoping to be asleep by then but he’s so excited. I didn’t expect anything else. He’s very talkative, as he typically is after an unaccountable amount of beer. He’s also particularly excited about his bike which is lost. I keep thinking that he just doesn’t remember where he put it. My intuition is later proved right, when the next morning he finds his bike on the other side of the market square. He claims someone else must have put it there. “Sure Honey”, I reply….

As for me it’s late morning (I slept in late), and I’m starting off my day working in bed. I’m just about to get a coffee and continue working on that project definition document. A very relaxed start on my Wednesday morning.

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