First, it must be said that I am married to a great man. He is the kindest person I know. And I know a lot of people. He is a true partner and friend, and I consider myself lucky every day. That said… he does drive me crazy sometimes. Or rather, some of his habits drive me crazy. In no particular order…
1. Stepping over objects. For days. I feel like I’m doing some pointless anthropological study on the habits of the North American male when I leave objects on the floor for days to see if and when my husband will pick them up. The study is pointless because he won’t. Ever. Broccoli steamer in the middle of the hallway he walks down 34 times a day? It’s been there for weeks gathering dust in the middle of the floor. Baffling. Truly.
2. Deciding that only the inside of pots need to be washed. The outside covered in drips? Nope – clean. The pot top lined with spaghetti sauce splatter? Nope – clean.
3. The Classic Mom/Wife Complaint: put the clothes in the hamper, not next to it. This is an epidemic in this country, clearly. They should focus studies on the male brain on this.
4. Size matters? One small dinner roll gets placed in one large plastic container and placed in the fridge. One cup of soup left? Keep it in the gigantic crock pot insert and put the whole thing in the fridge, filling the fridge up completely. I’m not sure why appropriate-sized food containers is such a challenge. But clearly, it is.
I am no angel. Don’t ask my husband about the constant pile of clothes in our bedroom. Or my dish washing habits. Or… well, there are a lot of things.
Honey, if you’re reading this, I love you!