A Little More Mike

I wanted to write a little about my husband. I’ve heard complaints from some about how it is no fun when people go on and on about their perfect husbands, so I will let you all know right here and now, that my husband is not perfect. He is most likely the worst husband ever! (Honey, you really are the perfect and best husband ever, I just said that so no one reading this would feel bad). Anyway, I am a big fan of people just liking their husbands because it makes me happy to see married people that like each other; and I don’t think it is so much about who is the most romantic, who is the best cleaner, or who gives the most compliments, etc. as it is about appreciating your spouse for who he is and liking who he is and the things he does (even if it is buying you a vacuum . . . or perhaps a Nintendo Wii instead of flowers).

So, despite the fact that my husband is a horrible husband (Mike, you are the best in the world!!), I just really really like him. I like him even with his refusal to let me throw things away and his desire to force us to someday live with cattle for pets. And he did do a very nice thing the other day. Sometimes I complain that I could use a little more coddling – you know, being treated like a delicate flower that needs constant care – unfortunately, I am fairly hardy. Well, I guess that isn’t “unfortunately;” I wouldn’t trade my poor sister-in-laws who get horribly sick with their pregnancies or give up any other physical blessing. It’s just that I’m usually fine, so my husband assumes . . . you know . . . that I’m fine (because, well, I am). Anyway, the other day I was feeling awful – headachy and nauseous. I called Mike at work and he rushed right home to take care of me. It was nice to know that he could coddle if necessary. He made me go take a nap and forget about the kids. He refused to let me give in to my near constant urges to straighten up clutter (and even straightened some himself), and he bought me chicken noodle soup, Munchies (yes those again), orange soda, and rainbow sherbet ice-cream (that was the bizarre list of items that I came up with that didn’t seem like they would make me throw up). Now, one could argue that this was due more to his sense of honesty. He was, after all taking “sick leave.” His sick leave does say he must be sick himself or taking care of another sick family member. Whatever his motivation – duty, love or honesty, he did a darn fine job!

Moving right along, one of my very favorite things about my husband is that he makes me laugh out loud generally several times each day. Here are a few of the cool things he’s told me this week:

Penny has gotten in the habit of turning off the power switch to our computer. It doesn’t matter that the cord is at the back of the computer desk and I’ve pushed it as far behind as possible, nor does it matter if I wedge a large chair under the desk allowing pretty much zero access to the switch. She still manages to worm her way through to switch off the power. I was complaining about this to Mike until he told me how he could just imagine a National Emergency where some reactor in a very small space would need turning off. “Send in Penny” they would say, and in she would weave and crawl and wriggle until she turned the switch off – saving all of humanity.

Also, when he first came home to take care of poor sick me the other day he said, as seriously as he could manage, “What can I do for you honey? Do you need me to blog for you?” Oh he’s a smart alec for sure. Plus I said something that I thought was so funny the other day and when I said, “Oh that was funny, huh?” He replied, “Yes . . . but don’t put it on your blog.”

Lastly, Mike saw some news thing recently about these “free cruises” that are really high pressure seminars trying to get you to join or buy something. Apparently they will sit with you at your meals, as you relax by the pool, etc. and hound you over the products. Anyway, Mike was trying to talk me into living our summers on a farm the other day. I asked him if this farm was some sort of a time share thing that other people took care of the rest of the year. He told me that our entire marriage was “actually a time share sales pitch” and that that was why I “got such a good deal.” Now anytime there is anything I bring up that I don’t like he tells me it is part of the time share. I wish I’d known that that was the whole reason this marriage was going to be such a bargain before I signed on. This is one long high pressure seminar and I will likely crack soon.

Anyway! No bragging or boasting here (though honestly, sometimes it can’t be helped). You are all free to like your husbands every bit as much as I like mine. In fact, I’d love to read your “posts” about it. I do like Mike though. He’s my favorite.