Does anyone else's husband- change lyrics to a song to make them inappropriate? This weekend Hubby was changing chestnuts roasting on an open fire to Scott's nuts... Scott is our bunny's nickname. Oh maybe I'll have to explain that in a blog someday. Our bunny is fixed so he stopped singing the song and apologized. Then I asked, "Where do all the nuts go?" Does anybody know where all the animal balls go? Does everything go to the dump? Ew now I am wondering where road kill goes. Saw a dog on the street the other day. So sad, and gross!
Does anyone else's husband- doubt their bra size? My best friend worked in lingerie at Nordstroms for several years and can tell you your bra size just by looking at you most of the time. I needed a new bra so I asked the hubby to get me one for Christmas. He of course went with you pick it out and I'll buy it route. I have worn the same size since my friend measured me. I have bras of different brands. It doesn't matter, the hubby still doubts it. When we went shopping this weekend I picked out my size and it fit, again in several different brands. There were a few that were a little small even. I think he is starting to believe now. Have you ever taken your husband bra shopping? Oh man! Seeing his face when I showed him some of those price tags was priceless!!
Does anyone else's husband- try to micromanage in the kitchen? He used to bug me so much about every little thing I was doing that he is now the chef. Which you met have read in a previous post that he wants me to take over more when we have kids. We are having our holiday party at work today and he made cookies for the potluck and I made au gratin potatoes. I was doing great while he wasn't home. Then he gets home and he's asking about every ingredient and am I going to put garlic. Super annoying!
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Are you my mommy?
I am reading the first book in the Thomas Kinkade series, Cape Light. It is due back at the library Saturday so I wanted to get a lot read last night. We went to the gym but I just rode the bike and read. Then while Hubby was cooking dinner I read.
It was taco night last night and I always help with the rice. He has been asking me to help with dinner almost every day this week. One of the days I got him to help with dishes too, since I helped with dinner. Last night I helped with the rice and he didn’t even have to ask. Around 8:30 he asked me to if I was going to do the dishes or something else, and I told him I would in a few more pages. He got frustrated and started cleaning the kitchen up. I was frustrated that he was frustrated. I got to the place in my book where I wanted to stop and finished up the kitchen. After a little while of not talking, I apologized for reading. It was kind of a half apology. I don’t think reading is something I should apologize for. I don’t know why he doesn’t understand reading. His mother reads but I don’t know if she did as much when they were growing up, or even when she finds time to do it.
She is a great mom. She is an amazing cook. She even made their baby food. They never went to fast food restaurants. She keeps the house really clean. Does laundry all the time. She sets a high standard for me. I hope to be like her.
Anyways, he apologized for being frustrated and said he feels like he is the house wife. He also said that when we have kids I will have to do the cooking. He doesn’t want the kids to think of him as a motherly figure! I told him I don’t think he needs to worry about that. Plus it is 2009! The reason he took over cooking was he was driving me crazy nit picking everything I did while I was cooking. I told him if he was going to hover and criticize, then he could do it. We also had to divvy up labor since I was cooking and doing dishes.
We talked about it and I don’t have a problem doing some of the cooking that I can do. Of course he would have to be watching the children so he wouldn’t be able to hover. But as I lay in the bed thinking about what makes a person a father figure or a mother figure I thought: he will be a father figure because he will teach them all about sports and play catch with them. I will take them shopping and teach them how to dress and do girly stuff if we have a girl.
What do you think defines the father or mother roles?
It was taco night last night and I always help with the rice. He has been asking me to help with dinner almost every day this week. One of the days I got him to help with dishes too, since I helped with dinner. Last night I helped with the rice and he didn’t even have to ask. Around 8:30 he asked me to if I was going to do the dishes or something else, and I told him I would in a few more pages. He got frustrated and started cleaning the kitchen up. I was frustrated that he was frustrated. I got to the place in my book where I wanted to stop and finished up the kitchen. After a little while of not talking, I apologized for reading. It was kind of a half apology. I don’t think reading is something I should apologize for. I don’t know why he doesn’t understand reading. His mother reads but I don’t know if she did as much when they were growing up, or even when she finds time to do it.
She is a great mom. She is an amazing cook. She even made their baby food. They never went to fast food restaurants. She keeps the house really clean. Does laundry all the time. She sets a high standard for me. I hope to be like her.
Anyways, he apologized for being frustrated and said he feels like he is the house wife. He also said that when we have kids I will have to do the cooking. He doesn’t want the kids to think of him as a motherly figure! I told him I don’t think he needs to worry about that. Plus it is 2009! The reason he took over cooking was he was driving me crazy nit picking everything I did while I was cooking. I told him if he was going to hover and criticize, then he could do it. We also had to divvy up labor since I was cooking and doing dishes.
We talked about it and I don’t have a problem doing some of the cooking that I can do. Of course he would have to be watching the children so he wouldn’t be able to hover. But as I lay in the bed thinking about what makes a person a father figure or a mother figure I thought: he will be a father figure because he will teach them all about sports and play catch with them. I will take them shopping and teach them how to dress and do girly stuff if we have a girl.
What do you think defines the father or mother roles?
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