My husband Greg is not a “sitter.”

He is great at spending time with the boys, throwing a football, etc, but he doesn’t lounge around the house. By all means, there are floors to mop and dishes to wash.

Let’s just say he’s an odd bird.

Today, Greg put the Swiffer down and we took the boys to the pool. I was proud of Greg. He didn’t say, “I’m sweating” one time. The man does NOT like to be hot.

He said he was enjoying himself, and wasn’t thinking about things that “needed to be done.” Greg got a little excited when he realized I had packed “snacks” to eat while laying in the sun. (You should have seen his reaction to the tortilla chips.) Then it hit me…

He could get used to this.