I adore my husband. I do. He’s an awesome father, a wonderful toilet scrubber and vacuum wielder, and he can even cook for himself.
But he‘s got a few hang-ups. There are a few things he just doesn’t do! He won’t come straight out and say it, but he has his ways of letting me know.
On this list are such items as dealing with throw-up and poop. It’s simple - he leaps to his feet like a champion, volunteers to clean it up, gets within ten feet of the offending product and gags, dashing to the bathroom to puke.
We are at the point where I just wave him away when I hear the cat gagging in the hall, or my one-year-old looks up with that beatific smile that lets us know he has successfully downloaded. It’s not worth it - I’ll just end up cleaning up after hubby, too!
Another chore is laundry. Now, I shouldn’t complain - he is awesome about hanging up his own shirts, and will match baby socks and fold towels cheerfully. I just can’t get him to put his dirty clothes in the basket! One inch to the right of the basket, sure thing. I obligingly move it over a hair, and next night his socks land one inch to the left.
Not to mention if he actually washes a load I end up with a pile of half inside out pink socks. He also has only to look at the file cabinet for me to leap forward and start tidying frantically - a whole season’s tax papers went missing one year after he ‘helped’ me go through them.
What can I say? It makes him nuts that I forget to close the cabinet doors, and I know he really doesn’t get why I will hang a damp towel over the rod to let it dry so I can reuse it on my hair when I could just get a fresh one next time. He also pretends not to know me when I accost perfect strangers in the bookstore to ask them questions - so I guess I make him crazy, too.
But for better or worse, he’s mine and I’m his, so I guess I’ll put up with the soda cans full of sunflower seeds that he leaves in strategic places around the house as long as he lets me read at the table!
Happy Anniversary, Babe. ☺
Sarah P.
I i am so with you! am married for 11 years now. He snores,his socks all over our bedroom and he eats fast and laud. But i love him to death! Lucky bastard!
SCOOMN (snorted coffee out of my nose - all over my keyboard!!) Glad to see you still have a sense of humour after ten years!!