Married Thoughts Versus Single Thoughts
ByThere are a number of thoughts I have now as a married person, that I am quite certain I did not think when I was single.
What should we have for dinner? That’s one.
Another is please, please, please let the dishes in the dishwasher be dirty. This is because I just want to throw in that spoon and not worry about it. (Admit it, you have this thought.) If they are clean, well, then someone has to unload them. I hate unloading the dishwasher. Guess who unloads the most? When single, I could go a whole month without having to do that deed. Or, just wash them again. What the heck.
Another consideration is how can I get Husband away from that computer to the dinner table? Yes, I have become that woman, the one who yells up the stairs, dinner is ready in 10 minutes. Then, I yell, 5 minutes. And, then I spend the next 15 minutes actually trying to tear him away from his office before the chicken parmesan I’ve prepared gets cold.
Others include:
Do I have time to go to the gym after work before Husband gets home?
Has that towel been used?
Hmm, I wonder if Husband will leave first tomorrow morning and I should pull into the driveway first. But, then I might want to go the gym. Naaa, I should just pull in so he can pull in behind me. But, then again he might take that conference call tomorrow from home and then…
Should I put a note on that cheese (do not eat)?
I was here first, so hands off the remote.
Should I put a note on that dark chocolate (don’t you dare eat)?
Will he remember about my dance class tonight so he has to fend for himself for dinner (even though I’ve been going to this same class for three years now)?
Do we need milk? (But, only when I’m standing in milk aisle of the grocery store. When I was single, I always knew what was in the refrigerator. Nothing.)
Like that.
And, then, of course there is when are you coming home? I miss you.
5 Comments
January 22nd, 2010 at 11:05 am
When Hubster moved in, along with his daughter, the grocery bill QUADRUPLED. I kid you not. I must go to the grocery store at least twice a week now. There were times I would come home, looking forward to eating some leftovers and I’d find they were gone. When you’re single and you know exactly how much is (not) in the fridge, you really count on and look forward to leftovers esp. when they are from some yummy meal at a nice restaurant. Then I resorted to leaving Post It notes saying “Do Not Eat”, to no avail. Finally, I got smart. I got a second refrigerator that is MINE, MINE, MINE. Did I mention it is MINE?! I even have a lock on it. Kidding. But I won’t hesitate to get one if I find that Hubster is sneaking in to it. As for the baking I do for the events I put on, I still have to hide them in other rooms so Hubster and Child cannot find and eat them.
January 22nd, 2010 at 11:23 am
That is brilliant!
January 22nd, 2010 at 2:59 pm
These married thoughts sound wearily worrisome. From a single thinker.
January 22nd, 2010 at 3:15 pm
They are different. Now I have to keep track of Husband’s activities on top of my own. Sometimes they aren’t so apparent — like the towel thing.
January 24th, 2010 at 11:29 pm
Then there’s the, “Honey, I am not feeling well. I am going to bed.” And I have to decide, do I go, too? I compromise, and go until he’s asleep, then steal away to finish up something I had started. Consideration, that’s what it’s all about for me. And I love having someone to consider.