Doing Things the Right Way
Please tell me that I am not the only one out there who tilts their head and says “huh?” when their husband does something the “wrong” way.
I mean, okay, I will stipulate that I need to chill sometimes. Micromanagement is a genetic disorder in my family (yes, mom, you have it, too…).
But sometimes I am simply stunned into silence (well, not really…) at the things that Dave does.
While making lunch: ”You did NOT just put syrup on the kids’ peanut butter sandwiches?!”
While helping with the baby: “Are you actually going to change the baby’s poopie diaper while she is STANDING UP?”
While sorting laundry: “How did you confuse my t-shirt (or stranger still, my underwear…) with Jade’s?”
I am very lucky to have a husband who helps, but sometimes… no, no… most of the time, I just don’t get it.
I love this! The sad thing is, as a single mom, I often have the same reactions to the things I do. Sometimes I wonder how I can go through a whole day wearing my underwear backwards AND sideways (serious, crotch facing out on my hip!) And when did I start putting chocolate chips AND marshmallows on my son’s sandwich just so he will eat SOMETHING! And how many times have I fallen asleep, sitting up on the couch while my kids are playing Wii, just to wake up two hours later with a neck ache and glassy-eyed kids? I often just pause and look at myself in the mirror while putting my make-up on and wonder, “How did I get here?”