If you read my blog, you may think “Wow! That gal is a hoot!” or maybe you are thinking “That girl has pizzazz! That husband of her’s is a lucky devil.” And if you think that, you would be sorely wrong (well I am a hoot, but the other stuff is a stretch).
To be honest, I am a pill to live with. I am bossy, demanding, over emotional, and a lousy housekeeper. On top of that, I don’t reciprocate backrubs, I often say things like “I’ll cut you if you don’t stop snoring”, and I threaten divorce if Hubby speaks to me during True Blood, Homeland, Glee, Scandal, Nashville, Friday Night Light re-runs… you get the picture. See what I mean? A real pill.
Most days I am really hard on Hubby and I know I need to lay off him because he really is a great guy (even if he is missing a chromosome that reminds him to shut drawers and cupboards). Today I watched him push the kids on the swings outside and I got to thinking about the things he is better at than I am, and they are all things that are super important to kiddos. So for once, I will ease up on that boy I married a million years ago and let him know he is doing a good job. Here is what I came up with:
- He is way better at rough housing than I am. Maybe it is because I am terrified that I will hurt them or I have had by boobs stepped on one too many times, but I leave all of the rough housing over to their Dad. Research suggests kids rough housing with their dad is actually good for a kid’s development. So go ahead, big guy, throw those kids in the air (but you better catch them or I will cut you), roll around and wrestle, let them win sometimes, let them lose sometimes, let them knee you in the balls and pretend it doesn’t hurt because the kids LOVE when they pin you, and I can sit on the couch and play referee with both boobs intact.
- He said he was getting his MBA, but I suspect he was taking classes in fort building. I’ll admit, my forts are super lame. Usually I throw a blanket over a chair and call it a day, but when I leave Hubby to his own devices he will create a fort masterpiece. I’m talking couch cushions, blankets, ropes, tunnels, doors, and even secret hideouts. He puts my fort skills to shame and that’s OK because I would rather play in his fort too. That sounded dirty…
- He reminds me that breaking their schedule is OK sometimes. I am super Type A and keep my kids on a tight schedule. They thrive on their schedule, I thrive on their schedule, but if the kids go to bed late or miss a nap once in a blue moon, it’s fine and I will just make him deal with their crabby arses the next day.
- He always cleans out the rogue sippies. You know, the ones that were filled with milk and have been hiding under the couch for a few days. I seriously just vomited in my mouth thinking of it. Because I gag at the thought of opening that toxic waste, I rely on him to open and clean the cup so that we are not running to the store each week to replenish our sippie collection.Taking one for the team.
- Because I am with the kids all-day-every-day, my fuse is super short at night. So when Monkey and Mimi start streaking through the halls after bath time and I am left with their jammies and lotion, Hubby scoops them up before I lose my shizzz and put everyone in bed naked and itchy. As the second string quarterback, he makes sure the kids make it to bed every night lubed up and in jammies and Mamma has a sliver of sanity.
See, the guy is great. Maybe I should think of these things when I have told him 374 times to take the recycling bin to the back of the house and he ignores me. He can still be a real pain, but he is super cute. So I am going to try to cool it with the cutting threats…for now.
Oh, Babe, can you take the recycling bin to the back of the house?(375)
I love that we’re both so dorky we used the phrase “a hoot” to describe someone funny within 24-hours of one another! And I see nothing wrong with cutting a person who interrupts quality TV watching. Maybe that’s just us, too?! 😉
Ellen @ Bad Word Mama says
My boyfriend is amazing with forts too. I just don’t care of have the imagination to build such a building that I will have to clean up in 10 minutes. I love this post, it reminds me off the stuff mine does and gets no credit for. And you know men, must have cookie for every good deed.
They really do. I scored some flowers out of this post. So all in all, win/win for all of us!
Mrs. Wacky Wong says
Love this!!! And I also hate when my hubs talks to me during Scandal!! I give him the HAND! I think I’m going to have to do a similar list on my blog : )
Do it! And let me know when you do! I would love to read it 🙂
I once went to my dad to complain about my husband, “Dad, i have two kids to manage. I don’t want a third one. I always feel like I’m managing him!” His response, “Honey, you ARE managing him. We’re men and it’s called marriage. Welcome to the party.” Hmmm… Well, it’s a good thing he’s good with snacks and buying toys;) And in the end, he certainly balances out my crazy-controlling ass;)
Even your dad knows what is going on! There are days I want to put my husband out of the front step with a sign that says “Free to good home.” But, he is a good guy and I need to simmer down.
Simple Man says
Very cool. This sounds a lot like how things work around our house as well. My wife is definitely the A team, but I try to add value where I can. I roughhouse with them, take them outside and roll them around when the weather is nice, round up the rogue sippy cups and binkies and try to help out where I can without messing up her system.
Kudos to your husband. Great post!