At first I was going to write a post about the 10 things my husband does better than me and then I was going to show it to him and be all “Happy Father’s Day honey, see how much I love you?”
But after staring at a blank screen for 30 minutes and then checking my email and Facecbook and Twitter and Pinterest and then instagramming myself on my computer and then staring at a blank screen for 30 minutes AGAIN, I realized…there really aren’t 10 things he does better than me.
I made the mistake of asking him for help which really just lead to bit of arguing.
me: Can you think of anything you’re better than me at?
Pat: Oh YEAH!
me: Name one thing.
pat: Finances, directions, math, doing homework with the kids, yard work, keeping calm, taking care of the dog, doing the dishes, cleaning…
me: Okay now you’re just getting offensive and by the way I said name ONE thing.
pat: Those just came off the top of my head.
me: There’s no way you’re better at cleaning than I am…I mean give me a break.
pat: Well what do you think I’m better than you at?
me: Like that time you told me you were in a band called Kalapana with your friends in Hawaii and you sang Beach Boy songs acapella and toured the islands.
pat: Oh yeah…that was a good one. I’m also better at volleyball than you.
me: What a joke.
pat: Oh come ON Kat! You know it’s true…playing AND coaching.
me: pashaw…I don’t recall seeing YOU win any awards for being one of the best middle blockers in your ALL STAR LEAGUE.
pat: *cough* community college *cough*
me: You’re such a jerk…and by the way! I HEARD my little sister ask you who was better at volleyball…me or my older sister and for the record? Don’t you EVER hesitate with that answer again. You were really trying to think about it and give a fair answer and let me just be clear about what your answer to that question needs to be from here on out, “My WIFE.” Someone asks you who was better at ANYTHING, your answer is always “My WIFE.” Period. Do you understand?
pat: Well…do YOU think you were better than your sister at volleyball?
me: IT DOESN’T MATTER! My sister was voted prettiest in the entire high school, I’ve spent my life comparing myself to her beauty and unmatched kindness. LET ME HAVE THIS ONE.
So my brainstorm sesh didn’t go quite as planned. It doesn’t matter though. We both know the truth. I’d be lost without that man. I’m just glad he has such a great sense of humor, I’m not sure there are many men who would put up with my interrogating the way he does.
Reasons I Love My Husband:
Reasons I Love My Husband:
1.)He brings me warm bottles to give to the baby in the middle of the night when I am cussing him out in my head.
2.)He ignores my juvenile behavior and patiently waits for me to get over myself and discuss our finances like an adult.
4.)He sat at the door of the operating room, after I was rushed in following an emergency c-section, waiting for word of my condition…for six hours.
5.)He drives 45 minutes out of his way to go get me sushi on Friday night because I’m hungry and moody and tired and he wants me to be happy.
6.)He says things like, “Kat. Who are the most important people in your life? We are all here. We all love you. We’re not going anywhere. Just remember that.” and makes me feel better when things start getting to me.
7.)He takes time away from HIS job and comes home on a moments notice to help ME with MY job.
8.) When I’ve had a tough day with the kids he lets me talk it out until I run out of gas and then suggests we send them to a different daycare.
13.)He doesn’t take sides when I tell him to whack our son for an entire day of horrid behavior but instead delicately puts his hand on our baby boy’s head and turns to me to say, “My God Kat, he’s burning up!!” and then asks me to fetch the motrin.
17.) He reminds me of our anniversary when our anniversary is nearly over and doesn’t hate me for forgetting even though I kind of hate him a little for not bringing me diamonds when he was the one who remembered.
21.) I’m not sure there are many men who would put up with my interrogating the way he does.