I Love My Husband….But He’s An Idiot

My super talented and slightly sarcastic wife jumped at the opportunity of participating in this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Warning – parts of this story may be true….

It was an usually cold May Saturday afternoon, exactly a week after Stephen’s birthday for which his wife Fionnuala surprised him with tickets for the last home game of the season of his favourite rugby team along with their daughters Hannah and Rebecca.

Stephen really would be lost without his amazing wife Fionnuala she has lost count of the amount of times he has “lost” his wallet or work pass only for them to turn up five minutes later in his pocket. Even driving Stephen to the train station for his daily commute to work had its challenges one time she had to do the journey twice because he left his phone on the sofa at home.

Today turned out to be no different than any other day. Stephen, Fionnuala, Hannah and Rebecca headed off to go to the big game the girls were very organised and had coats and scarfs with them and got wrapped up in the car before stepping out in the cold. Stephen began frantically searching the car for his coat but it couldn’t be found. Where had he left his coat? You guessed right he left it at home. Fionnuala and the girls just rolled their eyes at him he really never ceases to give them comedy gold moments.

They headed into the stadium and made their way round to the fan shop were Stephen made the choice of either buying a jacket to keep him warm during the game or a T-shirt it was a very tough decision for him to make and eventually he made the right call of purchasing the jacket. Fionnuala thanked God for giving him the wisdom to buy the jacket because the last thing she needed was Stephen getting sick and being at home again for a week with “manflu”.

Rebecca had a great idea in the shop she saw a huge foam hand that she thought would be great for every time her daddy did something silly she could hit him over the head with it.

The Black family had a great afternoon at the game and still reminisce about the day and look forward to the next comedy gold Stephen delivers.

How do you care for the idiots in your life?

Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 15 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

37 thoughts on “I Love My Husband….But He’s An Idiot

  1. My dear husband is the most fabulously intelligent man and yet utterly useless when it comes to remembering passwords and where he has put his glasses, phone, wallet or front door key.

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  2. I’ve left mine in the UK while I visit my daughter in New Zealand. Since he’s been known to try boiling an egg and forget the water (true!) and seems unclear which end of the vacuum cleaner is which, I’m uncertain what I’ll return to. I’ve left sticky notes reminding him to feed the dog, but he may not read them. I’m hoping he’ll now know to warm the oven before putting in his frozen pizza for ten minutes (“Is that just for pizza or for everything?”) and I’ve told him that by the end of my absence I’ll expect HIM to be making ME toasted sandwiches.

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  3. I had to read that blog post just because of the title line. Guess it is just a man thing. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.

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  4. ROFL! Ummm – generally by not allowing them to see me rolling my eyes. Or pre-emptively saying something like “Dear, did you mean to leave your glasses on the sofa?”

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