I find myself getting caught up in “fairness’ in my marriage. Do I have to do all the food shopping, and is that fair? Is it fair that I do the laundry? Is it fair that Adam usually picks which shows we watch at night and then rewinds when he wants to see a gory scene again, although I’d prefer not to?
This weekend I went to a conference at Mass General and stayed with my parents. I caught a wicked cold (that’s how we say it in Boston), and I came home on the train sick as a dog. I called off work today, a rare occurence but one that must happen if I’m too out of it. Who would even want a feverish nose running doctor caring for them, anyway? No one with common sense I think.
When I got home Adam told me he missed me, and bought me Italian Wedding soup for dinner. Then he brought me a mug of chamomile tea with honey.
Everything seems quite fair tonight.
Lots of honey on the bottom.
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awww…. this is totally fair.
but it wouldn’t kill him to throw a load of his under crackers in the washing machine once in a blue moon!
Agreed. Plus, where are the cookies? That’s not fair.
The tea looked wicked awesome, bet you are a wicked happy campa now!
Ha! I didn’t know you had a Boston accent, Tricia!
Do you lend him out?
No, but he’s for sale. Really really cheap.
I have a wicked pissa accent Robin!
OMG, Tricia! That’s too funny!
Your husband doesn’t do the laundry? Just think of all the pink ‘white’ socks, undershirts, and blouses you’ve missed out on. After over two decades of marriage, my husband will STILL come up to me holding up a brand-new coal-black tee shirt and say “Is this safe to wash with the pillowcases?” (And he is a really smart man…)
But they bring us tea with honey and tell us they miss us — these things make up for so much. ;o)
The tea really melted my heart. I’m a cheap date.
I didn’t realize I was missing out on pink socks! Perhaps I’ll count my blessings.
Aw, that’s nice! You should keep him.
I get caught up with the fairness tally too, but it really only takes one easy dinner to soften me up. But I never really forget. 5912 / 11 meal ratio.
It’s so true! They get so much credit for stuff. If women got as much credit for the stuff we do, we’d all have Nobel Prizes.
Hope you have recovered from your wicked cold. Being slightly laundryphobic myself I’m lucky to have laundryholic partner. Not for sale, in this case!
Ha! Thank you, Mitzi! I’m completely recovered, yet brain dead. I suspect I was brain dead before the cold.
You’re so lucky! I hear the dryer making weird squeaky sounds as I type. I wonder if that signals the beginning of the end? That thing has lasted a bugger of a time.
Missing you and your wit, Robin. Are you too busy doing laundry to write a few posts, or are you stuck in a checkout line somewhere in a grocery store?
Hey, Pearlie! I’m resting my brain. It’s in a jar pickling. Thank goodness I’m not trapped in the grocery store. That’s what will probably happen to me after the devil figures out what circle of hell I belong in.
My wife refuses to do my laundry. Oh, she’ll do the KIDS laundry, but she won’t do mine. Is that fair? My clothing is all black. Why? Because then I don’t HAVE to worry about it changing color. (Okay, some of it might have been colored once).
I do all the cooking. I like food too much to let anyone else mess with it. Besides, what if they don’t wash their hands? What if they sneeze in the food! What if they drop it on the floor and throw it back in the pan? What if their hair falls in the food? It’s just entirely too risky.
You are a very useful guy to have around, Dood. I’m sort of scared about sanitary cooking now, though. Maybe I’ll make Adam wear a space suit or something. Not me, though. I’m quite clean. (Hahaha!)
Time for another post darlin’. Don’t keep your fans waiting too much longer xx
Sorry! I have a headache. I think it’s a brain tumor. I gotta lay down. Cheesecake? Anyone have cheesecake?