My husband's midlife crisis

Well, it's not a motorcycle or a new woman, so it could be worse. My husband has discovered triathalons, which means daily, rigorous training for up to four hours a day...
The house is falling to ruin. That new coat of paint? The stain he planned to put on the deck? The lawn full of weeds...they are all being ignored as he goes off and does his thing.
The only perk for me is...well, he LOOKs like a TriAthelete. And his endurance is great.
So I'm just going to shut up and let it happen (like I could stop him anyway).

Marliss Melton wrote:

The house is falling to ruin. That new coat of paint? The stain he planned to put on the deck? The lawn full of weeds...

that's what teenagers are for.

You are getting off lucky in the midlife crisis department!!

The only way you'll get your teenagers to paint and stain and weed, is to raise them from the cradle to help out with a cheerful heart. When you slap four teens together from very different backgrounds than the cheerful kind, you'll get very little from them unless you pay them with cash...

Life ain't always beautiful....


But it's a beautiful ride.