Good Wife

Hey look! Two posts in one day. I’m participating in Diabetes Blog Week this week, although I’m a blogger with diabetes. My blog isn’t 100% about diabetes. I’m also a blogger with a husband, a job, a lot of coffee and a somewhat interesting life. So some days this week I’ll be dual posting because I want to chat about something else… like pot, food and my husband. So here you go:

I just assumed growing up that right before someone has company over there’s a flurry of activity around the house trying to tidy up and make the place presentable.

At least that’s how it was for us growing up and how it is for us now. And I’m grateful for that. Both of my parents worked when I was in middle and high school, so when we were all home the focus was on spending time together. That’s how it is in our home now too. Brad and I both work full time. And when I say full time, I don’t mean 40 hours a week with hour lunch breaks every day. I mean we go into work, work until 5:00 and frequently past that. We both like our jobs and like to do well at them. I have the ability to do some of my work at home after the office “closes,” Brad does not.

May is a busy month all around for us and it’s not surprising that Brad didn’t left work at 5:00 almost every night this month. Because of this I discovered something about myself. When I’m home alone, I’m a really productive “house wife.”

For instance, the other evening I packed up my laptop and was home at 5:45. I started a load of laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, got dinner in the oven, then popped open my laptop and finished a couple of projects for work. By the time Brad arrived home from work around 7:00, dinner was done, the apartment was clean and I was just closing the lid on my laptop. I felt like such a “good wife.”

But no matter how I excel at those things when I’m alone, when my husband is home, the first thing I want to do is see him. Which sometimes mean I return to the kitchen and find my knife doing a balancing act:


My knife is laying blade up. That can’t be safe.

I also haven’t mastered the art of the shopping list. Sure, we have a notepad on the fridge where we write down the things we need to get on the next grocery store of Costco trip (two type-As in one house you know?). But our shopping lists are written in a different language. Sometimes they’re in Spanish and sometimes I make a list on the fly and go to the store looking for “pot.”

It’s a pot. What did you think I meant?

Although I prefer to live in a neat and clean home, I choose my marriage above housework any day.


6 thoughts on “Good Wife

  1. Beautiful orchid you got there, along with the perfect pot! Is it real? It looks so healthy, it looks fake! 🙂

      • Orchids are so difficult! 🙁 I’ve yet to keep a single one of them alive. I have one currently in my room that’s lasted a year; it’s fake. 🙂 Well, I’m sorry that the eight blooms have gone to one, but at least you’ve managed to revive it! You’re doing much better than me. Once the blooms disappeared one by one, I’ve yet to be able to bring a single bud back. *sigh*

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