Interview With My Husband

The very awesome Kylie Purtell posted a very funny Interview with her husband. A few bloggers have been joining in and interviewing their hubbys – with varying degrees of success! I instantly knew this is the type of fun thing I wanted to do also.

I knew Alex would play, but it would be a question of timing.  The Accountant is very task oriented and he has had some projects that he has been working on at nights lately and doesn’t take to kindly to interruptions and if you try to catch him at the end of the evening he’s tired and grumpy. I printed out Kylie’s interview so that I would have the questions ready should a good time pop up. I then forgot about it and left it in Alex’s office. He delivered it to me without a word and went to keep on walking. “Did you read it?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he replied, “What’s that about?”
I explained that some bloggers are interviewing husband’s and I’d like to do it too. “OK.” he replied. It seemed like it was going to be easy!

“Now?” I asked hopefully.

“No.” And off he walked.

That was earlier in the week. The rest of the week was busy, crowded with meetings and work. Saturday morning I planned to brooch the subject once again. I watched carefully as Alex read the paper. The timing had to be right. It couldn’t be to soon so I pounced as he neared the end, before he was planning his next move.

Caitlin: Hey babe, can you do that blogger interview with me now?
Alex: (Looks up, looks down at his paper. Frowns.) No.
Caitlin: (Looks down, he’s only reading the classifieds for goodness sakes. Glares.)
Alex: OK. I guess so. But it’s so noisy.

I get up remove the four plastic boxes and four wooden spoonso from the hands of two identical boys that were enthusiastically beating those boxes . I explain they need to be quiet and play with Thomas. I walk out deciding to ignore the stench of poo knowing I only had a limited time frame to ask the questions. I sit down. Trent comes tearing into the room demanding I cook some more porridge. He has just eaten a big bowl of it. I deny his request. He accuses me of being mean and runs out of the room, locking the glass door behind him. It is a move of defiance, but I take it as a blessing that we will not be interrupted. By now Alex is onto the sports page. I clear my throat, he looks up. From behind I can hear a high pitched whimpering from behind the locked glass door. I turn around. The small girl is holding herself and doing the potty dance. I run to the glass door and start banging, yelling at Trent to unlock it. Luckily, the small girl unlocks it. (When did she learn to do that?) We race to the toilet. She sits. She starts crying. She’s constipated. I’m stroking her back, reading her stories. Waiting.

Alex appears. “I thought I would ride my motorbike to the shop now so they can fix it. Can you put the kids in the car and follow me so I can get home?” I look up. He knows what I’m thinking. 16 years of marriage has trained him. “We can do your interview afterwards,” he kindly adds.

We dress five children. Put them in the car. After I pick up Alex, I get into the passenger side. We decide to drive the kids to get doughnuts for a treat. This will be a good time to question him. I whip out the questions and start recording his answers on my iPhone.

What is the best part about being married to Caitlin?
Alex: (He looks at me and we both start chuckling.  Interviewing your husband does feel a bit strange!) That’s a hard question to ask straight up front. Ummmmm. The best thing she’s a great Mum, a loving wife (slight pause) and very caring lady and a lot of fun. What else?

What is the worst part about being married to Caitlin?
Alex: She’s messy. Extremely messy.
Guilty as charged. That’s no secret.

What is Caitlin’s most annoying habit?
Alex: Creating more mess. Not putting things away. Not filing things.
All true. Let’s move on.

What is Caitlin’s most endearing habit?
Alex: (softly) Endearing? (pause) That’s a nice habit.
Caitlin: Yes.
Alex: Um. Cooking nice meals for her husband.
Caitlin: That’s it?
Alex: That was the most. Most means I only have to say one.

What do you admire most about Caitlin?
Alex: I’ve already said what I admire. It’s the same as the last question.
Caitlin: No, that was the best part of being married to Caitlin.
Alex: But I admire all those similar traits. You’re good with the kids, you’re a lovely wife that serves your husband.
Caitlin: Serves?
Alex: Well, you serve each other in a marriage don’t you? That’s what marriage is about.
Caitlin: OK. (You can’t argue with that!)

What was the first thing that attracted you to Caitlin?
Alex: Caitlin was a youth group leader standing out front when I first saw her and I thought she was very nice with a strong personality and very confident in herself. And so I thought I would like to get to know her better so I played pool with her because she had a pool table. (This is true, a few days after meeting Alex he turned up on our doorstep uninvited and asked if he could come in and play pool!)
Jonty: (Who obviously has been listening in on this) And I know what happened then. Grandma didn’t know who Daddy was when he came to play pool.
Caitlin: That’s right Jonty.

Before we were engaged. At my 21st birthday.

What do you enjoy most about being a Dad?
Alex: Hanging out with the kids doing fun things like kicking balls, riding motorbikes, swimming, going to the beach. All the fun activities and seeing them learn and develop as you train them.

What do you least enjoy about being a Dad?
Alex:  Screaming, crying, fighting, being woken up in the middle of the night for a wet bed. (He’s a great Dad, he changes most of the wet sheets in the middle of the night. Often I don’t even wake up!) Dirty nappies.

What was your favourite thing to do with Caitlin pre-kids?
Alex: Pre-kids? Travelling around the world.
Caitlin: Amen.

Hungary – 2002

What do you miss doing with Caitlin now you have kids and limited time?
Alex: Travelling around the world. (We both laugh.)
Caitlin: Do a different answer.
Alex: Going out for dinner. Doing one off spur of the moment trips to the beach.

In our favourite city in the world, 2004. A few months later we later we moved there to live for a year.

What is your most hated household chore?
Alex: Hanging pictures. (We both laugh.)
Caitlin: Can we do that tonight?
Alex: (Laughs then very abruptly stops.) No.
Caitlin: We really need to.

What is your least hated household chore?
Alex: Packing the dishwasher.
Jonty: And even doing the mopping.
Caitlin: Daddy doesn’t mop. We need someone to mop though.

What is your favourite thing to cook?
Alex: Pizza.
Caitlin: We knew that answer, didn’t we Jonty?
Jonty: Yeah. Pizza is his favourite.
Alex: Pizza and stir fry.
Caitlin: To cook? Or to eat?
Alex: To cook. I cook a stir fry to eat when you’re not around.

What do you think annoys Caitlin most about you?
Alex: When I fluff.
The 8 year old laughs.
Caitlin: True, there was an incident last night… There’s something else.
Alex: Grinding my teeth.
Caitlin: Grinding your teeth? You don’t do that much.
Alex: Itching the back of my throat when it’s itchy.
(YES! I hate that. He kind of does it with his tongue and his whole mouth moves in this annoying, dorky way.)

What do you think Caitlin loves most about you?
Alex: (Smirks) My good looks, my muscly body, (8 year old giggles), and my great personality. My humour.
Caitlin: I actually love your butt more than your muscly body.
Alex: My hairy back.
(Caitlin and Jonty burst out laughing.)
Alex: You’re so lucky.
Jonty: And his stinky undies. (The four year old male laughs.)
Alex: My scratchy face when I kiss her.
Jonty: And his cool clothes.
(Alex and Caitlin look at each other and laugh.)
Caitlin: Daddy’s cool clothes? Daddy didn’t dress cool until Mummy taught him how to. (Alex is laughing. He knows it’s true.)

A few years into marriage…

At this point, we go into the store, the children all choose a special doughnut so we can enjoy a family treat. Alex orders a coffee. The coffee takes so long that the children have all eaten their doughnuts by the time he appears. We need to get to soccer, so we go to walk out of the shopping centre. However, the triplets are overcome with the excitement of having Daddy around that they all want to hold his hand. Alex now has one hand due to the coffee. I’m trying to hold the hands of two children, who keep dropping to the ground in protest. (You know that classic toddler move.)  Alex is holding an older boys hand in the same hand as a younger boy. The younger boy doesn’t like this and is also dropping to the ground. We are in the middle of a busy walkway and have three toddlers at our feet crying. I take the coffee and pick up one child, Alex picks up two children and then we have only one child crying because he wants to hold Daddy’s hand. He becomes satisfied with an extended finger. You know what? I don’t think the kids will ever understand how in love I am with their father at that moment and every other little moment like this. We have a moment of weakness and let the children have a ride on the spiderman machine on the way out the door. We pay for it dearly and have to cart out three tantruming toddlers who want another ride. By the time we get to the car, loving feelings are gone and I am ready to throw that blasted coffee because there are not enough hands to wrangle wriggling, screaming bodies because of it. I’m only slightly satisfied when we get to the car and Alex puts it on the bonnet and spills a bit of it. He’s forgiven as I watch him try to wrestle a hysterical two year old into a seatbelt as he has stretched his body as stiff as a plank. Eventually we get in the car and realise we are in danger of being late for soccer.

Later I conclude the interview later over lunch.

Why do you think Caitlin is lucky to be married to you?
Alex: Because of my caring personality and my gentle caring loving nature. (Smirks.) My patience. And I help you a lot in the house.
(He said all of this in a sarcastic way, but it’s actually all true.)

What do you think the secret to a happy marriage is?
Alex: Yes dear, No dear. (This is an old joke we heard when first married when an elderly gentleman was asked that in church one Sunday when asked how he had stayed married for 50 years.)
Caitlin: Anything else you want to say?
Alex: And gifts.
(I’ve taught him well.)

So, how do you think your husband would perform for an interview? I kind of think that my guy did a pretty darn good job. And it was a lot of fun. I kind of love doing this type of thing after being married for quite some time. The times we just look at each other and laugh because we know what the other is thinking, the answers he gives that make me laugh because I knew he was going to say that. The answers he gave that made me laugh because I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Marriage is comfortable yet adventurous. I’m a lucky gal!

Linking today with Essentially Jess
(Oh, and apologies for the date at the top of this post. This really is a new post for today. I just accidentally pressed publish yesterday, then quickly reverted it to draft to publish this morning. I’m an honest person, so it bothers me that it appears that I’m breaking the rules!)

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An Anniversary Getaway

I have discovered that one of the great delights in life, now that I am a parent, is to escape to a five star retreat with my husband. I explained in my last post that it is tiring having two year old triplets. Conveniently, it was our anniversary last Friday night and we had organised to escape overnight to Brisbane. After such a hectic week, the opportunity to relax and unwind was certainly appreciated.

So, as much as I love my five munchkins, it was a happy heart indeed that I had as I waved them all goodbye and Grandma drove them out to her farm for a sleepover Friday afternoon. I then ran into town and did an errand, rushed about and was still late when The Accountant arrived home early to pick me up so we could be on our way. (Confound the 24 coloured pencils that I had decided to start labelling for school when I should have been showering!)

10 minutes later I was ready to go, and we headed to the Stamford Plaza, Brisbane for a beautiful overnight stay. When we arrived, there was a slight moment of panic when we realised our online booking had not been received. Luckily there were still rooms available, and we couldn’t have been more thrilled to be placed in a room on the 21st floor. We adore a room with a view! Not to mention beautiful decor and l’Occitane products in the room. Devine! We smelled so sweet!

We then rushed down to George’s Paragon at the Eagle St. Pier and just managed to get there for our dinner reservation. We had a very yummy and generous meal. When I was 23 weeks pregnant we had gone to Aria, which was just downstairs. It has been one of the dining highlights of my life. Alex much preferred the seafood, and particularly the size of the portions upstairs at the Paragon, especially his “Paragon Platter”. I must admit my schnapper was delightful as well.

We had a lovely table on the balcony, (thanks to a delightful waiter who upgraded us!) overlooking the Storey Bridge.

We happily dined and wined and chatted the evening away before ending it with a brief stroll to our hotel.

Another delight when getting away is buffet breakfasts the next morning! The Stamford had a great summer package with breakfast and parking included. Alex and I have now developed a routine when we go away. Alex reads his free newspaper and I read whatever novel I am consuming on my kindle. It is so nice after all the years of marriage to sit in companionable silence participating in an activity the actually is really unwinding for us. We look up and have a chat occasionally or share something about what we are reading. We always eat at a leisurely pace and head up to our room ready to start our day refreshed.

After breakfast, we both did a little more reading before we left!

This time it was only a quick getaway, so after breakfast we checked out, more problems, this time with the bill, but that was happily sorted out without a fuss also and we went for a walk in the drizzling rain down beside the Brisbane river and then back through the Botanic Gardens. A quick walk into town, Alex grabbed a coffee and then before we knew it, it was time to go back home and pick up the kids.

We are very blessed that we live close to three of the children’s four grandparents and the children are more than happy to stay with them on the odd occasion. It makes it so much easier to arrange these little getaways. If you are able to getaway and do something that you love with your spouse, it really is lovely to return to your children’s with the fresh glow of love for one another. I know it is not always possible, but for a child to have a Mum and a Dad who are very much in love, is one of life’s great gifts. It gives them identity and security so it is always worthwhile taking the time to escape and recharge when it is possible.

Today I’m linking up with Essentially Jess.

*PS. It’s not that I’m opposed to doing so, but I wasn’t paid or gifted by any of the commercial venues mentioned above. I just wanted to mention some places that we have had a great time at – you know, in case you want to copy, because we feel very flattered when we are copied. Yes, really, we do!

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Anniversary Reflections

At this time fifteen years ago I was preparing to get married. It was the usual flurry of hairdressers, chattering bridesmaids, make up, finery and photos. Then there was a pause when I was ready, the girls had driven away in their cars and I was sitting with my Father waiting for my turn. I wanted to arrive at the church on time. My Mum had wanted to arrive on time, and hadn’t. I wanted to do it for her, I wanted to ‘break tradition’. (I was too young to realise that I actually love keeping traditions. The youth in me just wanted to break status quo.) My father didn’t agree. “Brides have to be late”, he had said and then wasted time and ignored my requests to get in the car. I was nervous. I knew what came next was enormous, life changing and meaningful. I was nervous, but I was certain. I wanted to marry my Alex.

And so I eventually arrived at the church (late) and married him. My Alex. My best friend. So cliche, but so true. He was, and is, my best friend. I couldn’t imagine it being any other way.
I wish I could say I never regretted the decision to marry him. It’s not true. Because marriage is hard. I can remember driving in the car with him sometime during our first year of marriage. Absolutely furious and wondering what on earth I did. What had I got myself into for the rest of my life? Because at least I always had the perspective that this was a life deal. There are times when it would have been so easy to walk away from the deal. If I had, I would have never known the amount of happiness I would have been missing out on just because I chose to halt in a moment of unhappiness and unforgiveness. Instead, I can say that I love him now more than I did on that wedding day when I passionately, with all my heart said, “I do”. I know that I am absolutely 100% glad that I did marry my man, my Alex. 
There are times when I have been so frustrated, hurt and angry at this man I love. There are times when I think I never want to see him again. I want to pack up and leave this whole crazy scenario called marriage. And, I know that he is just as frustrated. But we don’t leave. Somehow we grit our teeth and we stay.
When I made those vows, “Until death do us part”, 15 years ago, unlike current trends, I really did take them seriously. To stay together until death parts us takes an enormous amount of hard work. It requires humility, graciousness, patience, acceptance, compassion and a whole list of other character traits. Divorce is not an option. Happiness is an option, and we have chosen it. We have chosen that the times after we have fought to apologise and to make things right, to sacrifice our own agenda for the sake of our marriage, and now for the sake of our children. Our marriage isn’t easy, because it never is when two people from different background, different desires and each with sinful natures combine. However, our marriage is happy. It’s fulfilling and it honours God. It means that for the one time that I wish that I wouldn’t see that man again, there are 20 times that I am infinitely glad I share my life with the guy that makes my heart full with his corny jokes, his silly mannerisms and his unconditional love.

Fifteen years ago I had one of the best days of my life. It was the perfect celebration of the first day of our marriage. Our lifetime commitment. 
Keep tuned as the story continues. For it will. Until death do us part.
What does marriage mean to you?
And because I’m thankful for my marriage this Thursday, I’m joining in with Six By The Bay for Thankful Thursday.


On another note. Congratulations to Sharon Fawcett, Melissa Bowdler and Juanita who wrote funny rhymes about burps, missing undies and nose picking. My son loved them and couldn’t resist awarding, “Good Night, Sleep Tight” to your amusing poems!
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Going to the Beach Daddy Style

Our family is having a mini holiday at the beach at the moment. Yesterday morning at 7:40am Daddy decided we should all go to the beach. Don’t you love it how men think it’s just that simple?

In Mummy World going to the beach requires strategy, planning and organisation. Operation Beach Visit requires bags packed with spare clothes, prams, towels, sunscreen, nappies, wipes, creams, camera, beach toys, drinks, hats, shoes, bottles, food packed in little containers for a picnic on the beach. The bags are sorted into categories such as “Towel bag”, “Clothing and related items”, “Toys” and “Food and Drinks”. Things are packed into the bag so that there is always enough (and spares) for everyone. The beach visit is careful timed to co-incide with baby sleep times when they are at optimal waking hours.

In Daddy World nothing is too hard. You chuck some stuff together and head to the beach. It’s too easy! Little regard is given to the time, you are guided purely by the need to plunge yourself into the cool blue ocean water. And as for the kids. Well, Daddies know that they are going to love it, so what is there to worry about?

So. When Daddy suggested a trip to the beach at 7:40 this morning, all my Mummy alarms started clanging. “Are you kidding me? The babies have already started wailing since it’s 20 minutes until their nap time, I need to breastfeed, how are we going to get ready, what will happen the rest of the day if we go now? etc. etc.”

But today instead of ‘being sensible’ I decided to overide the Mummy alarms and roll with the Daddy plan of action. After all, Daddy takes the big boys to the beach all the time on a whim and they always come back safe, sound and very happy. I figured the beach is just across the road, so if it all goes terribly, horribly wrong, we can just come home and as for the missed sleeps, the babies will just have to catch them up later in the day.

And guess what? (You’ve already guessed, I’m sure.) It was entirely the right thing to do! Happy family memories. That’s what happened on the beach this morning.

Daddy in the sand building business.

Sure, the babies were tired.

Missy was particularly tired. She refused to sit on the sand even!

But the longer they sat on the beach, the more they forgot their tiredness and just had fun.

After awhile even Missy forgot her issues with the sand and plunged into a bit of sand excavation. (And possibly a bit of sand consumption too.)

And importantly, the big boys had a great time and didn’t have to fit into the triplet’s agenda (again) and wait all morning before finally making it outside.

Sand surfing!

And all the carefully packed bags that were missing? We did fine with the items that were haphazardly chucked under the pram. The Accountant is actually pretty good at remembering basic necessities, and let’s face it, that’s normally the main things you need anyway. Sure there were some shortfalls, such as not having enough towels. (Complicated further by me dropping one clean towel in the water!) But the thing is, it’s fine to improvise!

The truth is, we need Mummy World and Daddy World. We can’t always be totally spontaneous and operating on the basics. But us ladies need to loosen up sometimes and just go with the flow. Most importantly of all, by suspending our own need to stick to baby routines, schedules and the need to be in control, we honour our husbands. We are acknowledging that his desire as a father is also to give our children the best opportunities. It is validating his masculinity and recognising that parenting works best as a dual team combining both female and male elements to cater for our children’s individual needs and their innate desire to be loved and know that their parents think that they are wonderful.

Altogether a lovely morning with my family.

What’s some differences between Mummy World and Daddy World in your home?

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10 Month Triplets + 2 & 6 year old boys. And a Daddy.

I thought I’d just update you on some of the day to day happenings in our household at the moment.

The triplets are practically big kids now. They often eat vegemite sandwiches for lunch.

And they are having water in sippy cups after they eat. (Still using bottles for milk.)

We have a very cute dragon living with us.

J Boy has loved playing soccer this season. Even though he is pretty well clueless about the rules of the game and spends a great deal of his time falling to the ground and rolling around the field. (We’re working on getting him to stay on his feet for an entire game. It’s harder than you may think.) It seems like he’s just starting to get the hang of it though. Which is a shame, because it’s the last game of the season on Saturday.

The triplets have now become a tourist destination. We had a Japanese exchange student, Genki, who is staying with a family in town come to visit us for a morning. He was a great young guy who fitted in with the family happenings for the day. He played with the babies and built a train track for T-Star, who adored him for it and re-named him as “Donkey”. The babies had to be quarantined into the porta-cot to keep the track safe from imminent destruction. I let Genki feed the triplets, and he did a great job. It can get a bit crazy. When Miss Rachael asked if he wanted her to take over he jumped up so quickly that I thought there had been an ejector seat installed in our chair. I think he did enjoy the experience though! We took a photo with the trio and Genki, but they decided to get grumpy (something about it being lunchtime) so they had to be bribed and are photographed with arrowroot biscuits!

 Alex had a lovely Father’s Day. So proud of my amazing husband who is now father of 5.

We really tried to spoil Daddy, with everything from a power tool (chosen for Dad by J Boy), basket ball (chosen by T-Star) to homemade works of art.

For lunch we had takeaway fish and chips in the park with my brother-in-law and his family. We make a jolly little party with the four adults and ten kids! We’re quite the rent-a-crowd these days! The kids loved playing with their Daddies. The triplets couldn’t believe the freedom of being in the great outdoors. Poor little things, don’t get out much. Hopefully they will a bit more now it’s Spring. The big kids especially hung out on a plastic thingy that you were chucked balls through. I don’t think that it is supposed to be used as a climbing frame, but the kids thought it was brilliant. Until J Boy got stuck in one of the tubes. Luckily Daddy came to the rescue. That’s why Dad’s are heroes.

Once we got home Daddy had a chance to play with his new toy. I think he liked that.

I’d love it if you took the time to comment about what’s happening in your family of late! What did your family do for Father’s Day? (And guess what? I’ve now enabled a reply button in the comments section, so I can comment on your comments. Hurrah!)

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Instant Parenting at Bathtime

Yesterday I shared a story about my sister’s cunning when dealing with her rioting brood. See here I coined the phrase, “Instant parenting”, the parenting where you make a move to deal with your child(ren) in an instant. I was reflecting on my favourite instant parenting moment that happened in our household.

I was making dinner one night and hearing all types of wailing coming from the bathroom where The Accountant was engaged in a battle to get a 3 year old J Boy bathed. “I don’t want to take off my clothes”, “Don’t touch me”, “You can’t make me take my shirt off.” were all the type of phrases I was hearing the child protest, interjected with copious amounts of tears and stomping of feet.

In an intance the wails became howls and were reaching dangerous decibel levels. I went to investigate. The Accountant had complied with J Boy’s refusal to get undressed.

Unceremoniously he had dumped the fully clothed child in the bath.

I love that man.

Despite the fully clothes bathing episode, J Boy still LOVES his Daddy. In fact, I think it is moments like the fully clothed bathing episode that ensures that he will always have a great father/son relationship.

I’m still eager to hear any ‘instant parenting’ stories. Do you have bath time battles also?

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My man and my boys are gone.

They’ve been gone for four days. They ought to be home at midnight, I’m heading to bed now. Hopefully I hear them when they come in, even though the boys are sure to be asleep and their Daddy will gently carry them to their beds, it will be nice to kiss the foreheads of my sleeping cherubs.

It was my sister-in-laws 40th birthday in Cairns. They’ve been celebrating with all the family up there. My bulging belly and I stayed at home. I’ve enjoyed it. I like the time by myself. Although, I must admit that for an hour or so each day I’ve caught up with friends and family. But I’ve also read a book, had lots of sleeps and spent Saturday in my PJ’s, until I had to get dressed for a nice dinner with my Dad and sister. It’s been lovely.

But the single life is not my allotment in life, and I will welcome back all my boys with open arms!

I can’t wait for cuddles in the morning!

How long has it been since you’ve had the house to yourself? Do you, or don’t you like being at home alone?

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The Accountant was having a little complain about the amount of fuel I’ve used this week. Accountants factor these things in to daily life, you know.

Do your “hear” your own thoughts inside your own head? I do. The Accountant doesn’t hear his own thoughts, he just thinks without hearing. But he does have an internal cash register. Every time a current, past or future expenditure is noted, there is a big old cash register making a very loud, old fashioned, clingy, clanging – KA-CHING! -inside his brain.

How many times did you go into town this week? KA-CHING!
Do you really need a hair cut? KA-CHING!
The light is on. KA-CHING!
Don’t squeeze too much toothpaste out of the tube. KA-CHING!
What? A family member is having another birthday? KA-CHING!
Don’t put too much dog food in the bowl. KA-CHING!
It’s one year until our child starts school. KA-CHING!
You went out for coffee? KA-CHING!
Switch the power point off at the wall after using the washing machine. KA-CHING!
Cheese is expensive, isn’t it? KA-CHING!
Is that a new pair of shoes? KA-CHING!

It’s one of the more irritating aspects of being married to an accountant.

Come end of financial year and time to hand in tax returns – now that is when it’s worthwhile to be sleeping with your accountant.

And when you want a financially secure future for your family. That’s another good reason for being married to an accountant.

And if you want a man who pays attention to detail, especially when you can’t see the details because you are staring at the big picture. Yep, that’s when it’s handy to be married to an accountant also. You got get the details accomplished if you want to see the big picture.

If you find all aspects of finance boring and want to escape the monotany of paying bills and filling out paperwork, yep, that’s another time it’s handy to be married to an accountant.

Or, if you want your superannuation self managed, and make huge profits compared to normal super funds. Leave it to your husband once again, and he’ll even get excited about the paperwork just o see the growing funds.

From our first honeymoon fight as a married couple, money has often been a recurring theme in the barney department for us. Even though we are getting better and have worked out ways for household peace with the budget, I know that the issue will keep arising. I’d complain a lot more about money disappearing myself if I had a noisy cash register ringing in my ears constantly too!

Because if you want a dependable, lovable and faithful man. Marry an Accountant! (If you’re not married already.) I’d highly reccomend it. Although it helps to choose one with lots of personality and a sense of humour. (That can be a challenge.)

I love my accountant!

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Not even remotely close

One of the endearing things The Accountant does each morning is unpack the dishwasher and either do a quick wash up or put away dishes washed the night before. I appreciate his efforts very much. (Especially since I hate those chores.)

One morning he yelled out to me, “Why did you put the television remote in the dishwasher?”

I still can’t understand why I got the blame when the other occupant of the house was a two year old boy.

I was innocent. Honest.

Number 4 button still doesn’t work very well anymore, but it really is remarkable what can survive a dishwasher.

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