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The Robinator and I were watching the very first episode of Sherlock when Sherlock Holmes gave his assessment of a dead woman's marriage based on her wedding ring. Basically he said that it hasn't been cleaned properly in a while so her marriage was quite obviously dead and that she obviously took her ring off often because the inside was all shiny.
Guiltily...I got up and looked over my wedding jewelry thinking...hmmmmm...when's the last time I took these in for a polish?
I didn't feel like making the trek all the way to the city to have them done by the jeweler they were purchased from do it for free so I hit up a close mall to find a jeweler to do them. That proved to not be easy to do. The majority of the good jewelry stores had closed up shop and the one large chain jewelry store only had someone who came in twice a week. I considered returning but then I realized that the jeweler would be in the back where I couldn't see him/her while they had my ring.
I watched a 20/20 episode about that once that made me know to never do that.
So I kept searching and found a little store waaaaaaaaay in the back that did jewelry repairs and the jeweler's workstation was where you could watch him. The name of the place was something basic as heck like...Quick Jewelry Repair. LOL! JOY!
He quoted me a price of $50 to polish them and I negotiated him down to $40. When he quickly agreed...I got mad at myself. I could have probably gotten him down to $30.
Well...needless to say...my wedding jewelry is, once again, sparkling and shiny big time. When I showed The Robinator I gave him a big hug and said...I MUST LOVE YOU AGAIN!
For some reason he didn't find the same humor I found in that. LOL!
When's the last time you got your wedding jewelry polished and cleaned properly? How much did it cost if you didn't go to your original jeweler? What jewelry stores are in the mall closest to you?
1. When you don’t tell him about a new goal.
2. When you sacrifice something you've always wanted because it’s not what your husband wants.
3. When he does something that bothers you and you let it slide.
4. When you don't voice your concern about his possible addictions.
5. When an in-law says something hurtful and you don't tell your husband.
6. When you're not upfront about past trauma that still affects you.
7. When you let your career fall to the wayside so you can support his.
8. When you subtly try to change his mind instead of hashing it out.
9. When you adopt a fear based on what you believe your husband means instead of his words or actions.
What say you?
I was watching an episode of "King of Queens" recently and Doug and Carrie had an argument. See...Doug was volunteering at the church to protect the Nativity scene from vandals and another husband was out there doing the same. The wife of the other husband noted it got colder and brought her husband a heavy coat and some hot soup. Doug was all like...um...yeah...well...my wife is probably on her way.
Being from the South I've heard plenty of harsh advice. A lot of times I was dipped down in a hallway somewhere listening in on grown folks conversation that I didn't have any business listening to. Had I been caught...oh yeah...I would have been called a "fast tailed lil girl."
Which was the worst thing you could have been called in my world. Nobody wanted to be fast tailed. NOBODY!
I remember overhearing once that "too many women out there screwing for free."
Now...to a simple brain...that sounds like the woman speaking was advocating for women to be prostitutes. To someone who knew her...they knew EXACTLY where she was with that. Basically...she was saying that women need to understand the power they have and that there was no reason you should be with a man who can't do anything for you. See...they were quick to peep the lil boys who were sniffing up behind you and, if they didn't have potential...they didn't have nainh problem letting you know this.
Many of these circumstances still exist but I think we've gotten too PC to say them out loud I think. Sure...when you're with people you REALLY care for, you have no reason to not say these type of things because you're not trying to let your loved ones go out like that. I've had this conversation with lil cousins fo' sho. I was on the phone with one of my cousins recently and she reminded me of something I said to her over a decade ago. I'd forgotten it, of course, but she said she always stuck to that simplistic and harsh as hell view when making decisions with matters of the heart and well...it works and worked for her. YOU would probably be shocked to hear what it was I said to her because I'd never say it to anyone OTHER than someone who flat out knows that I love them unconditionally and would do anything for them. PERIOD. I doubt I'd EVER put in print what I told her but I meant it and told her because I love her.
Same as my Elders have done with me. They can say some offensive azz, ratchet azz sounding ish but you can't pretend they aren't right. You might be hurt and mad cuz they DARED say some ish to you like that but trust...if you tried to go at them they'd be like...
"And who the hell are you that I have to watch my mouth before telling you something? I'm YOUR Uncle/Aunt/Grandmother/Mother/Father/Sister/Brother/Cousin. I want the best for you and don't give a damn how you feel if I know you're out there fucking up and you need to do better. Sitcho' lil azz down somewhere and listen. Bruised feelings ain't got shit on having a fucked up life cuz you thought you knew every damn thing. Take stock is what you need to do. Take stock and change some thangs cuz if you don't...shit is going to stay the same. I don't want my blood to be struggling for dumb azz reasons. Now go in there and bring me a cold glass of water and bet not be no Ceily shit floating in it either!"
And that's that.
Are we too PC with young adults and adults when it comes to checking their ish these days? Do you often find yourself not getting involved and not saying anything because you don't want to say the wrong thing knowing they will focus on the wrong shit? Or do you say it anyway not giving a damn?
Last week, a young lady described my blog as a place for happily married women and their single friends with sense.
That made me smile because that pretty much sums it up over here.
The young lady is in a relationship and hoping it leads to marriage. She says it probably will. I told her that as long as things were going well...don't worry about the pace. If they are good to EACH OTHER...it will progress naturally. That sounds simple to some folks looking for a formula but that's what I believe.
Then...she shared with me that he has never really seen a successful marriage and she worries about that.
My question to you...do you think that's a factor?
I put myself into this situation and thunk on it. My parents? Um...yeah...they shouldn't have been together from jump. Seriously. I saw (what I thought back then) successful marriages but I've since been privy to adult information that made me think I wouldn't have put up with that ish either.
I know women who have amazing husbands who are the products of single mothers and I know men who have amazing wives who are the products of single mothers too. Hell...I know people from complete foster childhoods who are awesomely amazing mates.
I know I knew what I wanted and what I couldn't deal with for a lifetime. I hated my father's BECAUSE-I-SAID-SO approach to life as a family man and well...yall know about the other stuff where I WISH A FOOL WOULD!
The most important feature I think is a factor in having a successful marriage is respect. If a man, or woman, understands respect...they pretty much have it, in my opinion.
What about you? Do you think never seeing a successful marriage is a factor?
SIP: They didn't have tv? They didn't watch Clair and Cliff like the rest of us?
I have had a lot of conversations about "Being Mary Jane" since it aired. Well...not about the actual movie per se (even though that's how the conversations started) but about how women saw themselves in the situations Mary Jane presented.
ONe of the main conversations was about the married woman part. I was having lunch with two married women and one single woman. The movie came up and the inevitable question was raised.
"What would you do if a woman told you she was sleeping with your husband and you knew she was telling the truth?"
One married woman slapped the table and crossed her leg while saying, "I ain't never leaving that man!" And I blinked. We all looked at her like...WHOA and the questions started pouring out:
A relative told me they sweep their main level every night before bed.
My mommy used to do that too.
Not so much.
In fact...I only sweep when I see something. Then I get the broom and actually sweep it up. ESPECIALLY in the kitchen.
Twice a week I run the vacuum on the bare floor setting and hit the rugs too.
Since we don't have kids crawling on the floor or walk around without shoes on...I think I'm doing well.
What say you? How often do YOU sweep your floors? Do you do it daily?
Nothing starts my day off better than waking up to an overnight text of a dear friend getting engaged! I just LOVE LOVE! We met Tee's beau for Thanksgiving this year and adored him instantly! He truly cherishes her and it made us so happy to see her well taken care of. AND HE HAS EXCELLENT TASTE IN BLING!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOO! LOVE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND A JEWELRY STORE! LOL!
This is truly a full circle moment for her. I'm so very, very proud and happy!
"Girl...I've been married for 25 years so you should listen to me. Sometimes men are just gonna be men and you gotta pray cuz the devil is a LIE! You gotta pray that your husband takes the car he bought for that 19 year old stripper back and he comes back home for good instead of just coming over for dinner and to check the mail! God will cover you in fortitude so the next time he tries to hit you you will be protected in the ALMIGHTY! Girl...Imma pray for yall that you are able to accept his new baby with the other woman and yall can heal as a family! PRAISE JESUS! PRAISE HIM! THE DEVIL IS A LIE! A TWO-PRONGE-TONGUE LIE! AMEN! Signed, Mrs. T.J. Graham, happily married...25 years and counting! PRAISE JESUS!"
Last night we went to see "This Is 40." It was a bit longer than we thought it should be but that's that style of movies this crew does where they just ramble and talk like we do in real life so it's cool if you like that in a movie.
There were some major gut busting laughs...especially during the weekend getaway scenes.
There is one part in the movie where a couple was apologizing to each other for a stupid fight they'd had. The woman said something along the lines of wanting to be with her husband forever and the husband was like...you're already with me forever...da hell you talking about?
And that made me smile cuz that's how Robby and I view marriage. Hell...we're together forever so yeah...be mad...and get over that shit cuz ain't nobody going nowhere and we don't want to be miserable so we need to sit down and deal with this shit as it is and make it better.
See...we respect and love each other so we take things the other says seriously when we have a problem. Now...please don't think that means we've mastered communicating effectively all the time cuz it doesn't. Sometimes I don't wanna hear shit right then and sometimes he doesn't wanna hear shit right then.
But we always circle back around to it and deal with it. We don't walk or run away when we're fighting. I wish Robby would walk off and out of my house like somebody stole his damn bike. That shit is disrespectful. You'd better take your mad azz to the basement until you can use your words hell.
And that's vice versa.
I used to be the type who needed to get as far away as possible from an S/O who'd pissed me off but honestly...that was just me being immature or maybe it was just me with someone who wasn't Robby...the love of my life. I can be mad at Robby and be right up under him because I know whatever thing I'm mad about isn't who he is completely.
We both have things the other does which irks the hell out of us but we realize we're being irrational that it irks us so we try not to say anything about it because seriously...it's just dumb and thank goodness we have enough sense to understand that too.
The thing we do right more than anything, in my opinion, is laugh. It's always comedy at 13700. ALWAYS. And I wouldn't change it for the world.
The best thing about the movie is that it will probably make you talk about and think about your marriage. We drove home laughing and talking and then got home pretty happy and secure with what we have. The second we walked into our home I looked at Robby and said..."And this is 43."
And it is.
Ain't nobody going nowhere. That should be the mindset of marriage.
SIP: Unless there is cheating and beating.
What say YOU?
My husband doesn't like going out on a school night.
He never has.
It used to be a source of contention but I figured out it tastes like chicken and just went without him. Simple.
Increasingly I find that I don't like going anywhere without him. Especially since my plus 1 of choice moved away from the area.
It's free shrimp season I know. WE know. But we're old and ornery and like to do what WE want to do.
Last night...instead of going have free shrimp, we bowed out of something and went to see "Silver Linings Playbook."
On a school night.
It was all Robby's idea.
I was all shocked and whatnot but I just got movie cute dressed and we rolled out. The movie was sooooooooooooooo good and we had an awesome time just going to the movies on a Wednesday night in our little sleepy area.
One the way home...
Robby: Were you surprised that I suggested we go somewhere on a school night?
Me: Well...yeah...now that you mentioned it. What's that all about?
Robby: I just want to be better. It was nice to do something different and we didn't have to get dressed up. And besides...I'm trying to get in all my votes before the end of the year so I can be HUSBAND OF THE YEAR this year.
Me: It was really nice. Thank you for taking me to the movies but now that I know it was all a ploy to influence the judges...
And we laughed all the way home discussing the end of the year/world/etc.
And we drove home sleepy, took the doggies out and went to bed.
Different kind of pebbles.
Monnie & Robby against the world.
Do something nice and out of the ordinary for your guy/girl/babies/mom/dad/doggie. You'll love it.
We did something seemingly innocent and Robby cussed us BOTH the hell out and stomped off like somebody stole his bike.
We tried to defend ourselves but he wasn't trying to hear it.
In the end we were left whispering on the phone about him being right but there is a gray area that we were in and it wasn't really our fault.
Shelly and I agreed we should never do what got us cussed out again.
It's on Shelly.
We laughed about it last night as the situation came up again and we decided to bow out. Shelly called me and we 'bout DIED laughing at getting in "trouble" as grown azz women.
The thing about Robby, however, is that he is a pretty black and white kinda guy (no pun intended). Once someone crosses a line...he erects a wall so he can't even see them across that line anymore. As women...we pretty much can allow the line to be blurred based on the specific incident. Sure...we'll be wary because of the initial line crossed...but yeah...we can give a pass.
Robby says that's why women are crazy.
What do YOU say?
Do you listen to YOUR S/O when he's criticizing something you've done that he doesn't agree with? Do you cave because you just don't want to argue or do you defend your actions? How do you determine your follow-on action?
Oh and Slim...don't get jumped. LOL!
You hate folding and putting away laundry.
More than anything.
It's gotten seriously ridiculous with a mountain of clean clothes threatening to topple whenever you're looking for something so your husband tells you he'll help you to knock it out.
You start mad folding.
All of the folded clothes are on your bed in nice neat stacks.
You're still folding.
Your husband comes into the room and starts putting away clothes.
SIP: So...you're gonna stop letting Robby do the dishes?
Well...I have a group of friends who bring me JOY. I'm talking...the kinda joy you can't make up if you tried. They're younger than I am and none of them are married and they have some very interesting ideas of what they think married life is like.
And it always makes me laugh.
For instance...they think only old people are married so I have to remind them I was about their age when I knew my guy was the one. They also think marriage is boring. Like we sit around burping and farting all day saying nothing to each other. Now...there is burping and farting mind you...but it's okay cuz ain't nobody trying to get air bubbles in their chest and stomach trying to pretend they don't have to burp or fart.
My husband golfs every chance he gets. He's pretty serious about his game too. He gets up before goodness in the morning because he usually has a tee time around 7ish in the morning. He kisses me goodbye (I seldom remember) after he's had his breakfast, fed and walked the doggies and made coffee.
And then...he's off!
A golf game takes him about 5 hours so I pretty much know what time he's going to be back home. I do what I wanna do and then WE do what we wanna do for the rest of the day.
No harm...no foul.
Seems there are a lot of women who would have a problem with this. Some men have to sneak and play golf during the week when their wives think they are at the office and then learn to lie well when questioned as to why they didn't answer the phone...yada...yada. Once it gets easy to lie about stuff that shouldn't matter...well...
Some women don't like their men to have outside interests. Some women seriously think that any time a man has outside of work should be spent with them. Some women feel like their man really should enjoy being drug around town doing a bunch of nothing with you when all they wanted to do was watch the game. And some women would have known this had they not been all wrapped up in what THEY wanted to do and ignored old boy wearing his team's jersey and fluffing pillows and whatnot on the sofa where they intended on watching the game.
Don't make your man start lying to you about silly ish. Don't make him have to pretend to not enjoy anything more than being with you. A happy man will LOVE being with the woman he loves more than anything and the time spent together will be that much more meaningful.
It's been told if you have a happy wife...you'll have a happy life.
Anybody knows what happens if your husband is happy too?
A couple of Saturdays ago I got up and wanted to wear my thin light gray sweats to the gym. They were dirty and since I wasn't going to the gym for a couple of hours, I decided to wash a load of clothes so I could wear them.
When I took the lid off the hamper I noticed this:
I don't see much wrong with this one. In fact, if you're ever at 13700 you'll be surprised at the flurry of events that go down twenty minutes before Robby comes home from the office. Ya girl be MOVING! I've always been in awe of how much I can get done in twenty minutes when I've had all day to do it in a leisurely manner if I wanted it done. I guess I just perform better under pressure. LOL. I learned this early on from my mother but the reason behind her doing it and the reason I do it are entirely different. She did it out of fear I believe because my father was dumb as hell and any little thing would set him off so she wasn't trying to give him anything to feed off of.
Me? I do it because I like our home to look nice and I like Robby having a long day at the office and driving home with a smile on his face anxious to get to his haven. I love that ish. I love it when he walks through the door and everything is pleasing to his direct senses of scent and sight.
Now I'm not saying I do this every day because that simply is not the case. Sometimes I just don't FEEL like doing something and then I don't do it. Granted those times are far and few between since I'm anal as hell but if I don't feel like messing with something then I'm just not going to do it. And that...is the difference between my mother and I. There have been a few times when Robby has come home and asked me why I didn't do A, B or C and the discussion immediately after could all be summed up by my simply saying...cuz I didn't want to.
Yeah...it's gotten loud a few times but the thing here is that Robby knows I like things just so and if they aren't just so and I haven't done it for a couple of days...to him that's a sign that something is wrong and my husband is one for getting to the nitty gritty of things and working them out.
Little signs like my wearing the same clothes two days in a row or keeping the blinds closed would alarm him because he knows sometimes I can go to a dark place inside my head where all my hurts live.
So again...twenty minutes before Robby gets home I can get a lot done. I'm talking loading dishwasher, clearing the bench at the entrance, making the bed, using Lysol wipes on the counter tops, swishing the brush in the toilet, vacuuming the rug in the front room and spraying something lovely. My husband works very, very hard to provide a lovely life for us so I love doing whatever I can to make sure he knows I appreciate our life because I do. Men and women perform better when they know their efforts are appreciated and it makes it easy to continue on in that vein.
This morning Robby got up to do work. We are in a suite so he closed off the bedroom and bathroom so he didn't disturb my sleep as he worked. He didn't turn on the television in the "living room." When he heard me stirring he came in and hugged and kissed me and he told me how much he appreciated all I do for him when we're traveling. I didn't do anything mind ya except make sure we had breakfast bars in the room so he could have with his coffee before we went to breakfast. I keep the room organized and make sure he drinks water. He didn't turn on the television because he wanted me to rest since I was so tired.
It's the little things man. The little things.
So yeah...twenty minutes should be easy. If you have kids...get them in on it too. Make them help de-toy whatever room you guys are going to hang out in as a family after dinner.
Don't you just LOVE being a grown up and doing grown up things? :) Do what you can when you can. It shouldn't be a mandate. It should simply be a part of the process you do to make sure your family has a lovely QUALITY of life. Clutter should not happen in your family's living areas. Those areas should be pleasing to your eye so that free thought and expression flow easily. (That's some old feng shui ish. LOL!)
What do YOU think about this one?
Now here is where I'm going to start having fundamental differences with the 50s version of being a good wife. See...I don't believe you should EVER pretend with your husband. I feel like out of all the people who you have known in your life be it family or friend...your husband should be the person you are truly closest to. You should be able to talk to him about ANYTHING. Sure...there are lots of things you probably wouldn't talk to him about...but you should be able to if you wanted to.
Take bags. I'm addicted. Lawd knows I'm addicted to a hot bag. Now when I run across a bag that is fiya hot I will pick up the phone and take a pic and send to one of my girls for an opinion on the bag. I wouldn't ever send it to Robby. I COULD send it to Robby but he'll be like...why in the hell you asking me? I think all your bags look the same.
Or some other asinine thing that would drive me insane. HOWEVER...I COULD tell him all about my beautiful bag. He might not be listening to me fully and engagingly...but yeah...I could tell him.
Prolly not. I know it's weird. LOL!
N E WAY...
If I'm having a fugged up day, my husband knows. If I'm having an awesome day, my husband knows. If I'm hurting way, way deep down inside, sometimes ONLY he knows. I can truly say he's the only person I truly HAVE to speak to every.single.day.
I need him.
Robby can take one look at me and figure out if something is wrong with me and, fortunately, I can do the same with him. This is because we never, ever, ever lie to each other about our feelings. We are emotionally honest and sometimes loud about it too. LOL! I just don't believe in being able to talk to someone else about something I couldn't talk to my husband about. I feel like I should be able to go to him with anything. That I could trust him with my deepest and darkest just as I can trust him with my hopes, dreams and desires.
That said...if Robby comes home and I've had a fugged up day...yeah...he's gonna know about it and because he's him and I'm me I know he's going to sit down and talk to me. Hug me and kiss me and help me in whatever way he can and because of this...I'll feel better.
Don't start keeping feelings away from your husband. It's not fair. How in the world will he ever have the chance to be your hero if you don't trust him with your everything? How in the world will he ever continue being connected to you if you're lying to him about who you really are?
Be honest with your husband. Dude is half of you.
Now I will agree with the being interesting part. But being interesting is simply knowing what is going on in the world and being able to discuss it. Gossip sites aren't going to cut it so if that's all you're reading...um...*BLINK* Read the newspapers, check out some OpEds, know what is going on in the world around you. You shouldn't be doing this for your man...you should be doing this for YOU. When you understand what's going on you'll have that much more confidence knowing you are perfectly capable of discussing arts, current events, sports, politics, etc.
Being interesting isn't really that hard when you think about all of the things in the world you know nothing about and can find out about with just a trip to Mr. Google. I wondered today how many species of bees there were. After a trip to Mr. Google and about an hour of reading I found out there were over 20,000 species of bees. WHO KNEW? Did you know that the female bee is the one that stings you? Did you know that bees are solitary? Like...each one of those little holes in a hive was dug out by a female bee to live in? Did you know that bees are found all over the world except at the highest altitudes, in polar regions, and on some small oceanic islands?
And now...I can go on and on about bees.
Useless definitely but yeah...interesting.
So again...be interesting. Try to learn something new every single day.
Hmmmm...now I wanna know why the damn bees don't go to small oceanic islands.
Bye! Off to Mr. Google!
I know that I am in the minority here as a stay-at-home-wife without kids. I know this and recognize my blessings. I don't expect folks to do as I do so please don't think I'm trying to tell you how to run your household cuz I ain't. Truth be told I want you to only use one of Monnie's Rules as a mandate. That rule? I DO WHAT I WANT. Seriously. Please do what you want in life. Just make sure you know what you want. Keep in mind that I don't have kids so my way and your way will seriously differ simply because of the babies I wish I had. (This is for the chick in my inbox talking about she wishes she had the time I had yada, yada, whatever.)
N E WAY.
Them dang good wife rules of the 50s need some serious revamping and I decided to revamp them. The modern woman should definitely recognize that there are some things she can learn from back in the day but, as with most things...evolution is needed.
Take this "rule" from the 50s. I don't think there is much wrong with it really. The only thing that needs to be recognized is that in this day and age most married women work so when she gets home...she's tired as hell and if she lays it down for 15 minutes...hell...she's going to be knocked the hell out with the swiftness.
HOWEVER...I'm a firm believer in a woman looking good for her man.
My mother had this saying. "If you only BUY things that look good on you you'll only HAVE things that look good on you." Add that to MY saying of "Keep ya stride STANK!" and you have a good motto to live by.
If you work, when you get home from the office...change out of your work clothes into some comfortable lounging pajamas or athletic pants and t-shirt that look cute on you. First hit the bathroom up and wash your face. Get fresh and clean. You should have a good skin regimen so your face should be a healthy canvas already. When we're home, our men don't expect us to be made up because, if they are honest, most of them prefer that we don't have all that makeup on anyway. Moisturize your hair and arrange it so it looks nice. Not go to work or be out for the day nice but presentable. Not looking like you've had a crazy day at the office with ya damn hair all over your head. Hell...if you can't tame it...bun it. Yup. That's my hair tip.
Look...men are very visual. When they met you it was all about how you looked. They watched you. The way you moved. Your style of dress. A man doesn't lose his sensory skills when he gets married. He's the same man with the same needs, wants and desires and most men care that their wife looks good.
I know you'll have those times when you just aren't feeling it but if you only have stuff that looks good on you and accentuates your positives it's going to be mighty hard for you to look a hot mess to your husband. This isn't about keeping his eye from wandering mind ya...cuz yeah...they are going to look hell. It's in them. They are going to look. Usually that doesn't mean anything and if a man is the cheating kind ain't nothing you're going to be able to do N E WAY from keeping him from cheating. Hell...dudes can cheat on their lunch break and you wouldn't even know it.
Men looking is as normal as them checking out internet porn on the home computer when you're not in the room. It's what they do. ROFL! I was talking to a woman who knew a dude who got fired for watching internet porn at work. She asked me how I'd react to that if it was my husband. I told her that I would be mad as HELL! I told her that I'd kick my husband's azz and told him he'd better be satisfied with watching porn on the puter at home in the basement hell. It's not like you really need hours of the stuff. Three minutes should do your azz just fine.
I said all that to say that a man likes his woman to look good so what's wrong with looking good? I'm thinking nothing. I can be ugly when we're asleep and TRUST ME...retainer + skully + slob = one ugly chick fo sho. ROFL!
My mother took this a step further. Before my father got home (you know...when dude was working) she made all of us clean up and put on a fresh shirt if we were dirty 20 minutes before he came home. I took this to mean that she knew my father equated dirty kids with something negative so she made sure we looked presentable. Yup...even to our father.
Me? I walk through and pick up what needs to be picked up and straighten up before my husband comes home. This usually takes me about 10 minutes tops. I'll even go so far as to spray some smell good in our bedroom and turn the ceiling fan on and close the door. Why? He's headed up there to change out of his suit so that helps the room be more inviting. Your HAVEN. His HAVEN. OUR HAVEN.
Ain't nothing wrong with your man seeing the best of you more often than not. When he met you...he wasn't looking at your brain.
Oh...and that damn ribbon shit?Miss me.
What you got?
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I don't know much...but I know I'm a good wife. When it comes to being a good wife I find that it's the simple, back to basics things my husband has come to rely on the most for comfort.
He always calls me when he's on his way home from the office. I know that it usually takes him about 40 minutes to get here so I set up dinner so that it is complete about 25 minutes after he gets home. That gives us time to catch up while he's changing clothes and for him to open a bottle of wine for us to enjoy with dinner. Since it's not ready when he gets here, by the time he's wound down a bit dinner is ready and piping hot.
Dinner is always a well balanced meal focusing mostly on clean, healthy veggies with a side of lean meat or fish. Except for Mondays of course. Why? Meatless Mondays playas. :)
When I fix our plates I pull out the container for his lunch tomorrow and go ahead and fix his lunch then too. I let it sit on the counter without the top on the container while we eat and by the time we're finished...it's cool enough to put the top on the container and put it in the fridge so he can put in his lunch bag in the morning along with his snacks for the day. (I also go ahead and put the leftovers in containers then too so that when we're straightening up the kitchen after it's quick and easy to do.)
I love knowing he has a healthy, good lunch when he's not having lunch outside of the office. And yeah...I take satisfaction in knowing it's a good lunch that I fixed for him. GO ME!
The evenings and nights at 13700 are all about us. Talking and laughing it up. We basically get him relaxed and chill.
He's been at the office working hard all day. He deserves to come home and relax.
This is our routine now. When we both used to work, of course it would take longer to have dinner ready. Back then he used to be my sous chef and chop up stuff while I cooked and we'd talk. That part has never changed. When both of us are home after either of us has had a long day...we power down...together. If we had kids I'm sure this routine would change but never the basics of it. I believe in being organized being the key in a well run home.
Always have...always will.
Home, in my opinion, should never be about stress. It should be about sliding into that sweet spot together. That place where you enjoy the inhabitants of your home. Where it's all about what's most important.FAMILY.
Do YOU have any tips on dinner and lunch that you'd like to share?