Well, Christmas is almost all put away… and, the perfect close to the holiday cheer comes in the form of grumbles from hubby, as he trudges up the stairs with bin after bin, to stow away all the holiday decorations in the attic.
This is of course after, I have spent hours gingerly wrapping the breakables in tissue paper and packing up something like 10 bins (yes, our house looks like Santa threw up Christmas in every room!). Anyhow, the other way hubby marks the official end of Christmas is the breaking in of all the Christmas gifts. Hubby, just like a little child, has been chomping at the bit to play with his new toys. The only difference between hubby & a 6 year old is the 6 year old opens up every toy Christmas morning and races his cars around, builds his legos and transforms his transformers. At least hubby waits a few weeks to play with all his new toys.
So, let the toy playing begin…….
I have mentioned previously that a Man Cave can be a lifesaver. On many days, where we are debating whether or not to watch the football game or another episode of My First Place on HGTV, the Man Cave is necessary. I know that when I begin a massive house cleaning and hubby wants to hide, the Man Cave is necessary. I also know that when hubby wants to have the boys over to hang out and I want to continue my day in peace, the Man Cave is necessary.
But, I didn’t realize the Man Cave would play such a large role in post Christmas activities.
You may recall, on hubby’s Christmas Wish List, that there were a variety of “manly” items.. notably a few blue ray movies and an assortment of video games. Well, all week hubby has come home from work and buried himself in his cave to play with his new toys. He disappears, then at about 8:30ish each night, I find myself yelling down the stairs to inquire about whether he’s going to resurface for dinner or not? Eventually he comes up to eat and then he returns to the cave to continue some sort of video game. When I’m finally ready for bed, I head downstairs to say good night (he pries his eyes away from the game, fingers poised on the controller, long enough to give me a smooch) and off I go to bed while hubby slays dragons or, shoots bad guys or, whatever the heck he’s doing down there. (I don’t ask!).
So, this has been the peaceful start to my new year. I get the entire house to myself, I get to watch whatever I want and I get to listen to the muffled sounds of car chases and crashes and gun fire from the basement as hubby plays his games and watches his movies.
Last night I asked him if I might ever see him again in the evenings.. and his loving response… “but I have new games!”
So, when he finally does rejoin me (which will happen eventually.. he’s actually not the kind of gamer that removes himself from all other activities).. even though I may not remember what he looks like, I’m certain one of our first conversations will be about our conflicting TV choices and…… he’ll want to retreat to the cave all over again!