Required to Think for Himself February 5, 2008
Posted by Emily in : My Handsome Husband , trackbackLet’s just say that I take my job as a wife and a mother very seriously. Maybe too seriously. I make a lunch for David every morning to take to school, I do ALL the laundry, make all the meals, clean the house daily, (it’s more like a “spring cleaning” I do every day because I am obsessed with a living in a clean house) do the dishes, etc. You get the point. I do everything humanly possible around this house everyday, so my husband doesn’t have to use his brain when he is at home. Medical School uses a lot of brain cells, including the ones that you need for day to day stuff, apparantly.
Last night I made some baked beans. Why? Because I was craving them, and when you CRAVE something, you never, ever, ever, allow your pregnant self to be deprived. Since David does not cook, (well, let’s clarify. He makes cold cereal and he can grill steak and chicken) he is subjected to eating whatever I am craving.
Last night was one of those “fend for yourself for dinner” nights. Usually, on nights like this, you can find David sitting at his computer eating a sleeve of Ritz Crackers, a banana, or anything he can get his hands on that you can pop into your mouth. He noticed the beans on the stove and said, “What are these?” I know he was really “speaking woman” and meant, “I am hungry. I have no idea what this is, but I would like to eat it and I would LOVE it if you would dish some up for me on a pretty plate and hand feed it to me.” I am fluent in understanding woman, so I know this is what he meant.
I explained that they were baked beans and he could eat some. (Meaning, they were not earmarked for another purpose.) He was standing at the stove, hands on his hips, eying his “dinner” and he literally said this to me:
“Now what?”
“NOW WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
“Now what do I do?”
Trying to wipe the laugh off my face, I told him, “GET A PLATE and DISH some BEANS onto the PLATE. The SALT and PEPPER are in the CUPBOARD next to the CUPBOARD where you can find a PLATE.”
Fortunately, David does know his way around the kitchen, (he does dishes and puts them away when he has time) so I was not required to get up and assist him.
I’m not sure if David found this situation to be as funny as I did. I’m just wondering if doing all this “extra stuff” for him is hindering his ability to think for himself.
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