I realize that today many couples live together before getting married, kind of as a trial run. I am really glad Hubby and I didn't go that route. He might have discovered a few things about me that would make him re-think the whole marriage idea.
I don't cook. I can, I think, if I really really try. In fact, I cooked for a house full of elderly priests one summer. No one died, and they didn't lock me out of the house. My father-in-law asked me every evening if all the priests were still okay. Luckily for me, Hubby cooks. He is an excellent cook, in fact. If he didn't fend for himself, the poor man would starve. The kids would think all food comes in a can, and that taste in food is optional.
Since I don't cook, I suck at grocery shopping. If it's not written on my list, I don't buy it. Even if it's something we buy each and every trip, like, oh say, milk, it has to be written on the list. If I go shopping without Hubby, I spend money, I bring home bags, but none of it goes together into meals. I end up with 16 cans of tuna, canned tomato soup, and dried pasta noodles. Yummy!
One thing I am good at is cleaning. I clean like nobody's business. If Hubby puts something down, I pick it up and put it away. Or throw it out. I harp at him to stop walking through the house with dirty shoes on. I nag him to keep his laundry IN the basket. I dust, I tidy, I put away the books he is reading. When I get pissed off, I clean. I tear around the house, scrubbing with a vengeance, and god help anyone in my way.
If we had lived together before making this legal, he might have found out that I tuck in the blankets, I need tons of pillows, and the lights go out at ungodly early hour. I hate his music, he hates mine, and we totally disagree on what makes a book entertaining (Who reads history for fun?!).
Thankfully, he had no idea what was about to happen to his life. And now he's in, signed on the dotted line, and there is no escape. I'm taking him grocery shopping this afternoon so he can cook me a yummy supper tomorrow night. He must really love me!
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I am not very good at cleaning, and my husband rarely cooks. You have a good thing going there. Both of you. That's actually a perfect match.
My husband and I are evenly matched in our lack of skills...neither of us can cook, I do only enough cleaning to keep us from dying, we both work in the yard (I do the riding mower part, he does the work)...neither has any great expectations for the other in domestic areas. It works...most of the time. :)
my husband and I lived together before we got married and now that I think about it, I'm so lucky that he proposed!! he is also a good cook, amazing actually, and does most of the cooking at our house. it's the best, isn't it?
Let's see, as I gather it, your husband:
1. Has the patience of Job.
2. The skill of Emeril.
3. 3,000 other endearing qualities.
So why do you pick up his book and put it away when he's still reading it?
Some women can't stand to live in the Yukon. They go nutty.
Sounds like a match made in Heaven to me!
Funny how it works out isn't it?
I'm not a cleaner when I'm mad, I'm a yeller first, then an eater. When I get mad I scream a little then head straight for the ice cream. Mike, on the other hand IS a cleaner. I've often wondered if I subconsciously pick fights with him when the floor needs mopping?
Are you my long lost sister?
Seriously, you just described me and my husband to a tee--except the lights out early. I just don't like to turn lights on at all, not because I'm going to bed...
My husband does the cooking and grocery shopping too. He hates my pillows and that I tuck in the sheets and blankets. We hate each others music (although there are a few types of music we can come to a truce over)
I read the post to my husband. His response?
"Sounds like she lucked out and got a really great guy." Tongue in cheek.
Opposites attract...think of the fights you'd have if you both loved to cook? And the money you'd be spending on take out if you didn't ;0)
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