Battlefield 3: the current bane of my existence. It came out earlier this week, and he's been trapped in its web ever since. His cup of Red Bull and his box of Wheat Thins at his side, he only stops for work, sleep, and bathroom breaks (when he remembers. . . apparently they have this weird thing that when they start playing, they forget about things like hunger and their bladders). He requests food that he can eat between games that will also keep his hands clean. He's leaving a permanent dent in our couch where he sits while playing. I could go on, but let me sum up by saying this: he's a fan.
Even though this hyped up, highly anticipated game was recently released, I am still his wife and I am still needy. I'm very understanding about 75% of the time. This is how he spends time with his friends, and I'll take that over him being obsessed with sports or going out drinking. I know where he is and who he's spending time with. I can still talk to him while he's playing or between games when he's refueling. I really do understand, but I was still worried I wouldn't have my husband at all this week.
On Wednesday he absolutely blew me away. He canceled his plans for the evening, took me to the delicious Wheatfield's for dinner, and took me to a movie. He even bought me Sour Patch Kids-God's movie candy gift to all mankind. We had a great time, and I wasn't expecting even the slightest bit of attention from him. Total husband points.
I've accepted the fact that Lyndon loves video games. There's an excellent chance he won't grow out of it, too. Even though I'm not looking forward to having video games around for the rest of my life, I am grateful that Lyndon still takes the time to be with his wife. Besides, after the new video game obsession wears off we'll be back to our normal routine. I can handle that.