Friday, August 01, 2008

You know you wish you were married to me...

I usually try to keep this blog rather kid-focused. Let's face it. Very few of you want to hear about my birth clients or doula conferences or whatever. But, I do want this blog to represent a little of who I am (other than the sarcastic tone) for the sake of my children. Because, well, this is their baby book/scrapbook/you're lucky I took a break to write any of this nonsense down.

So, here's the thing. I've determined that men/boys really don't like nagging. Not only do they not like nagging, but it actually does not work. So, I've taken to other methods of getting the message across. For example, John often stays in the living room watching TV after I am ready to go to bed. So, I tell him I'm ready for bed, invite him to join me and go to bed. Then, in the morning, he blames me for leaving him on the couch. So, I sent this email to my husband this morning.

Dear John,

I am wondering if I have done something to upset or offend you. It seems like whenever we are together, you enjoy yourself. I do my best to provide a satisfying experience for you. I'm just wondering why it is that you haven't come by much lately. Let me know if there is something I can do to regain your business.

Fondly,
your bed

It went over well. He didn't even respond because he said he didn't have anything equally clever to send back. That went so well that just a few hours later, another inanimate household object had something to say.

Dear John,

If you want your wife and I BOTH to survive a lightning storm, you may not want to wrap the cord around me so damn many times.

Much love,
your new umbrella

1 comment:

Lisa said...

What an awesome idea! Mark sent me a funny text because I left my cell phone at home. He made the text from my cell telling me it was sad I left it at home lol. I never thought to do it the way you did! I'm so using that one. :-)