My wife–if you’ve never had the opportunity to meet her–is a pretty hip woman. She is an extremely talented photographer, smart as a whip, an organizational genius, a fiercely loyal friend, a phenom of a mother, and the very embodiment of everything that I could hope for in a wife. She also possesses a seemingly endless capacity to forgive and forget almost all of the things I do from the moment I wake up in the morning until the moment I fall asleep at night. This is vitally important because, other than my ridiculous skillz in the kitchen, I’m kind of a dink.
(From my inbox this morning after I got to work.)
So Child 1 has been the master of whine this morning. He kicked Child 2, pushed her off the couch while fighting over the computer cord, and then whined that Child 2 broke her train (because she fell on it)! And all this got me all worked up and annoyed that you didn’t do anything around the house while we were gone. I so wanted to write on Facebook the following:
What’s up with a grown man who doesn’t pick up after himself (mainly his clothes, the hamper is like three feet away)? We’re not fifteen anymore, and mom’s not here, and if mom didn’t pick up after him, you don’t have your own room anymore that nobody has to see, so please be a little more respectful about other people you share a room/house with.
I didn’t write on Facebook, since I realize that I am just totally overreacting, but I still need to get it off my chest so I’m not mad at you or anybody else all day. I’m sorry I’m venting to you; I have no one else.
I love you and thanks for listening.
Because you knows me so well, this is the part where you probably expect me to begin listing the reasons I didn’t clean up the living room, the dirty rug, the bathroom floor, or my laundry. To provide excuses for not doing all the dishes, for not making the bed, for not vacuuming or sweeping the floor. The part where I tell you that–like you said yourself–you’re overreacting.
Perhaps it’s because of the tales of evil spouses on the Unrealistic Expectations thread going on, or perhaps it’s just because something finally clicked in my brain, but you won’t find that part this time. No B, you’re not overreacting. You’re underreacting, actually. We’ve been married for over 8 years, and I still put forth basically no effort to sort my laundry how I should, even though you’ve asked me to a thousand times. I didn’t clean the kitchen up, or vacuum, or make the bed, and the only explanation is that I was too lazy to be bothered with such things.
This is made more horrible by my sure knowledge that, had our roles been switched, and I had been out of town for two days, you would have done those things for me.
So, enough talk. I can do better.