Mike races motorcycles.
For a long time, Mike played hockey.
Mike thinks Call of Duty is totally awesome.
Mike likes nothing more than spending a few hours in the garage. I have no idea what he does out there. There are tools involved, I think, and I'm pretty sure there's an open beer somewhere, but beyond that, who knows?
(Nor do I particularly care. I mean, that's where the rat lived. I'm fine with that being his domain.)
These are not activities I'll ever fill up my free time with and because of that, I can sometimes have a hard time understanding why he enjoys them so much.
I can sometimes get pissy and screechy when he'd rather be in the garage than inside the house with me or when he'd rather work overtime to pay for some race equipment than work overtime to buy me diamonds (or shoes or champagne or a variety of other things). He's really supportive of my free-time activities: book club, running, blogging, even though he does not like to read or run or blog.
So.....what's my problem?
I know that I need things -- outside of being a wife and mother -- to fulfill and challenge me, yet I seem to struggle with accepting the same truths about Mike.
So, I've acknowledged this flaw of mine, and I want to work on it. I want Mike to feel super supported and loved and encouraged. Because he totally is. He's awesome and talented and, well, the garage is pretty cool if you're into that sort of thing.
Although, can I get an amen that no single person needs more than five wrenches?
Anyone else struggle with this?