Men...Well, My Man

So last night I lovingly (or maybe naggingly, I don't know) reminded my husband that he had an audit at work today, maybe he should take a shower and shave before going to bed, and I got the wrath...well, a snarky, biting comment that is Mike's equivalent of wrath. "Yes dear, anything else?" Ooo...pissed! Big time!

Let's go back and recap the rest of the evening...I offered to go to the store in the freezing weather, I helped him take out the mass of trash that had accumulated in our kitchen, I cleaned up our dinner dishes from the night before, I made him a nice dinner (omelets and biscuits), we watched TV together, and I initiated sex. Where in the course of this evening did I do anything that was deserving of that behavior? Maybe it was carried over frustration from yesterday morning when I woke him up on time and dug his clean pants (that I cleaned and folded, by the way) out of the yet-to-be-put-away laundry. Hmmm...I still don't see it.

So here it is. What I have gathered from his attitude is this...he, apparently, would be far better off without my help or input on his daily routine. HA!

This morning, I vowed not to help him in any way. I got up, took the dog out (Tuesday is my day), got ready, and leisurely made myself some Chai. Finally, when one of his alarms went off at 7.20 (he has a 45 minute drive to be to work by 8), I said..."Were you planning on going to work today?" Innocent. Loving. Sadly, it felt kind of good watching him bustle and rush around knowing full well that he still had to get all the snow off his car and drive at snail speed (our town doesn't exactly clear the roads).

I wish that I could be a total bitch and cut him off from my help. I could not get his items when I go to the store, only wash two loads of laundry rather than four, and enjoy my mornings without having to drag him out of bed. What do you think he would do that first day that he realizes that he's out of clean underwear? when he sees me making a yummy dinner that is just enough for me? I'm not thinking it would be a pretty picture.

Luckily for him, I'm loving and forgiving. Tonight I will go to the store and get his lunches and soda along with the things that I want. This weekend, I will wash the laundry while he sleeps in. I will be the wonderful wife that he is used to.

I do think, however, that I will continue my freeze outs in the mornings. He had better figure out how to get his own ass up on time. Love only goes so far.