Okay. It’s official. The jury is back. The verdict is in. I’m a
lousy husband. No, I didn’t forget Mother’s Day. I just didn’t do anything about
it. I didn’t get a card, write a love poem, send flowers to her office, bring breakfast to her bedside or even jot a note on the mirror. I made no nudges to the kids to make sure they created some Technicolor masterpiece out of clay, sparkly things, tissue paper and white glue in class. Hell, I didn’t even send an e-card. And that I could’ve done from here on the couch!
I suck.
We did go to a nice lunch with my in-laws. Sushi,Kung Pao Chicken and Lo Mein OH MY! Everyone behaved themselves with no “He’s touching me’s!”, food swiping or even minor drink spillage. We had a nice, relaxing time. Then we came home. I passed out on the couch (not from laziness mind you. I can honestly blame it on medical issues) while the Mom of the house proceeded to clean the bathroom and scrub the kitchen floor. The gift of love! The older kidlet played on his computer while the younger went out on his scooter with other neighborhood kids presumably ditching their sonly duties as well on this one special day.
I didn’t have the money to buy the “Perfect Mother’s Day”necklace
from Jared. The charm bracelet with Red Hot Love beads were out of my range too. A few weeks ago I made a trip across the street to the Family Dollar store though. She rides the bus to work and mentioned that she’d love to be able to listen to NPR on the trip. (See! I listen sometimes!) I bought the small radio and gave it to her the next day. I even put batteries in it for her. Nice right?
She tells me that she doesn’t need gifts. She doesn’t wear much
jewelry and flowers only die. The kidlet’s and I tell her every day how much we love her and how amazing she is. That we don’t need to single out a holiday for Mother’s Day in our house. Still, I felt and feel bad. I don’t need or want anything for Father’s Day. But I know deep down that I’ll feel lousy if there isn’t even the slightest bit of fuss made around me.
These holidays are manufactured for the greeting card/jewelry/flower industries to make money and to make us feel like crappy human beings if we don’t buy into their commercialized hype. Well…it’s working. I feel like crap. Satisfied? I’m not. I don’t want to participate in the card/gift buying out of guilt process. I don’t want to tell my wife how incredible she is at taking care of our entire family every single day because I’ll feel bad when the 1-800-FLOWERS commercial comes on if I don’t get the extreme-mondo-costs-as-much-as-a-car-payment-plan bouquet. I don’t want to need to sell a kidney to get her a shiny trinket she won’t wear that much because I can’t tell her how much she means to me. I don’t want to forsake meals for our children and use that money instead for dinner and dancing in the city to prove that she married the right guy and hasn’t completely screwed the pooch on her life.
That’s a slim primer of the list of things I don’t want to do. Here’s a few things I will do though…clears throat…pushes furniture out of the way…holds chin up high…puffs up chest…shouts proudly…
I proclaim loudly to the entire world that I am in love with my wife!
The wisest, most wonderful thing I have ever done or ever will do is marry that girl!
My wife is supportive, kind, funny, loving and generous to a fault!
I am inspired by her daily to be a better human being!
My wife makes me proud to be who I am because she is with me!
Our children are good people because of my wife and the lessons she teaches them every day!
There is no one in the world I would rather spend time with than my wife! She is my best friend!
I Love My Wife!
Happy Belated Mother’s Day!
Of course the $6 radio I got her doesn’t get any reception on the
bus.
lousy husband. No, I didn’t forget Mother’s Day. I just didn’t do anything about
it. I didn’t get a card, write a love poem, send flowers to her office, bring breakfast to her bedside or even jot a note on the mirror. I made no nudges to the kids to make sure they created some Technicolor masterpiece out of clay, sparkly things, tissue paper and white glue in class. Hell, I didn’t even send an e-card. And that I could’ve done from here on the couch!
I suck.
We did go to a nice lunch with my in-laws. Sushi,Kung Pao Chicken and Lo Mein OH MY! Everyone behaved themselves with no “He’s touching me’s!”, food swiping or even minor drink spillage. We had a nice, relaxing time. Then we came home. I passed out on the couch (not from laziness mind you. I can honestly blame it on medical issues) while the Mom of the house proceeded to clean the bathroom and scrub the kitchen floor. The gift of love! The older kidlet played on his computer while the younger went out on his scooter with other neighborhood kids presumably ditching their sonly duties as well on this one special day.
I didn’t have the money to buy the “Perfect Mother’s Day”necklace
from Jared. The charm bracelet with Red Hot Love beads were out of my range too. A few weeks ago I made a trip across the street to the Family Dollar store though. She rides the bus to work and mentioned that she’d love to be able to listen to NPR on the trip. (See! I listen sometimes!) I bought the small radio and gave it to her the next day. I even put batteries in it for her. Nice right?
She tells me that she doesn’t need gifts. She doesn’t wear much
jewelry and flowers only die. The kidlet’s and I tell her every day how much we love her and how amazing she is. That we don’t need to single out a holiday for Mother’s Day in our house. Still, I felt and feel bad. I don’t need or want anything for Father’s Day. But I know deep down that I’ll feel lousy if there isn’t even the slightest bit of fuss made around me.
These holidays are manufactured for the greeting card/jewelry/flower industries to make money and to make us feel like crappy human beings if we don’t buy into their commercialized hype. Well…it’s working. I feel like crap. Satisfied? I’m not. I don’t want to participate in the card/gift buying out of guilt process. I don’t want to tell my wife how incredible she is at taking care of our entire family every single day because I’ll feel bad when the 1-800-FLOWERS commercial comes on if I don’t get the extreme-mondo-costs-as-much-as-a-car-payment-plan bouquet. I don’t want to need to sell a kidney to get her a shiny trinket she won’t wear that much because I can’t tell her how much she means to me. I don’t want to forsake meals for our children and use that money instead for dinner and dancing in the city to prove that she married the right guy and hasn’t completely screwed the pooch on her life.
That’s a slim primer of the list of things I don’t want to do. Here’s a few things I will do though…clears throat…pushes furniture out of the way…holds chin up high…puffs up chest…shouts proudly…
I proclaim loudly to the entire world that I am in love with my wife!
The wisest, most wonderful thing I have ever done or ever will do is marry that girl!
My wife is supportive, kind, funny, loving and generous to a fault!
I am inspired by her daily to be a better human being!
My wife makes me proud to be who I am because she is with me!
Our children are good people because of my wife and the lessons she teaches them every day!
There is no one in the world I would rather spend time with than my wife! She is my best friend!
I Love My Wife!
Happy Belated Mother’s Day!
Of course the $6 radio I got her doesn’t get any reception on the
bus.
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