Writer’s Workshop: My Husband Is Very Helpful

1.) Write a post that begins and ends with the same line.

My husband is very helpful.

Sometimes I have to nag to get him to do things that I don’t want to do, but eventually he’ll do it.

I wonder why women get such a bad rap for nagging…it’s only called nagging because it’s a request/suggestion that happens over and over and over again. I use the word “nag” here loosely as I much prefer to consider myself a repetitive “helpful reminder-er” more so than a “nag”.

But you know what? If the task was completed in a timely fashion than the wife wouldn’t have to be a repetitive helpful reminder by asking a second time and therefore would never be considered a nag.

So really it’s the husband that sometimes force us into the position of nagger and the operable word of course is “timely fashion” because what is a “timely fashion” to me is not always what is a “timely fashion” to my husband.

I realized early on that when the task IS finally being completed, it’s best to let the husband do it HIS way instead of standing behind him saying, “why are you doing it like that?”

If you want the task done you need to give up the notion of having it done correctly (your way) and just be happy that you have a helpful husband awake from his nap and that it’s getting done at all.

I never learned this more than on the rare occasions my husband has dressed our children. Clothes I had put in plastic bags for donation would suddenly resurface. My little girls would be tossed into last years Christmas dresses and my little boy would wear my girls pink sweat pants. And I? Would bite my tongue, thank my husband for dressing our children and then trip them into mud puddles so I could put their regular clothes back on them.

All this back story brings us to this past weekend. My husband gave our dog a bath in the master bathtub (thank you!) but the kids bathe in there so I really wanted to make sure it was scrubbed out well before they hopped in later that evening.

I helpfully reminded my husband several times to please clean out the bathtub in a timely fashion before the children needed it.

After too many of my helpful reminders, my husband rolled his eyes…huffed past me…poured cleaner into the tub and started scrubbing.

Except he was scrubbing with my exfoliating brush from the shower. I bit my lips together when I saw my clean brush hit the chemicals of the dog ridden, flea infested bath tub. And he scrubbed and he scrubbed and scrubbed until the tub was sparkling and all the dog, dirt, and fleas were removed.

He looked at me with a “so there! you happy!?!” look on his face and I squeaked out a “thank you”.

My exfoliating brush does not smell like cucumber melon anymore.

My husband is very helpful.

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1.) Write a post that begins and ends with the same line.
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3.) 10 things you don’t know how to do.
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