The key to a successful life in this household is simple and clear — keep me happy. I tell the Husband on a regular basis if he would just do things MY way, his life would be a lot easier.
He begs to differ, however, which is why he constantly is annoyed with me when I bug him to complete household projects nightly. Surely I understand in the back of my mind how he works all day and all he wants to do is come home and relax. I am unreasonable though — I think because I come home and make dinner, he should come home and do something special like install can lights into our kitchen so I can see better while washing dishes.
In our house, I’m the washer — he’s the dryer. I like it this way. There’s nothing I would loathe more than dry a million spoons (spoon complex, anyone?) and put them aw ay. On a nightly basis though, the Husband hands me back dish after dish that hasn’t been properly washed. It’s not because I’m negligent with my dish washing. I just need those darn can lights! It irks me beyond belief when those dishes are sent back my way just because I can’t see well enough to wash them properly. A nightly argument ensues over these can lights. Last night I even refused to rewash 7 spoons and they sat in the sink until this evening.
However, I’m relentless… and I will gladly put everything on the line and fight until I get my way. Some call me stubborn, I call myself… well, stubborn.
Let’s take my meals for example — it’s my way or the highway. Which is why I will selfishly make myself oatmeal every morning and pour the Husband a bowl of cereal with no disregard to the fact that my breakfast takes 10 minutes to make, and his takes 10 seconds. It’s not my fault he doesn’t enjoy oatmeal.
I’m also pretty sure the Husband didn’t full enjoy dinner as much as I did — Simply Life’s Black Bean and Barley Burritos (minus the burritos and barley, + buckwheat and kabocha). I saw him eyeing the bratwursts we cooked up his dad when he stayed for dinner (he does NOT do Mexican food) — but well, he forced it down. You know what they say - “Happy Wife, Happy Life”.
I’m sure you can imagine my surprise today when I came home and found my kitchen in complete disarray. Dishes were everywhere, tools were on the floor and on the table, cabinets had been emptied. One would think I would ream him out, no? You would be thinking wrong. You see, I wanted an over the range microwave. I’ve been begging, pleading, and whining like you would not believe. The Husband made it happen.
With the help from my father in law (who admitted today he likes to keep me happy), this beautiful new appliance was installed today.
Isn’t it glorious? I’ve been doing some reflecting on my actions and words as well. A sensible wife would think that she should let up on her Husband and give him a break. However, I am not a sensible wife. My thought process took me to the land of no return: “Wow! My whining and complaining really does work!”
I’m unstoppable. I wonder how much longer I’m going to have to nag until I get those can lights. Oh well — Happy Wife, Happy Life.
Question: Do you have a ridiculous saying you like to hang over your family’s/significant other’s head?
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