God knows, I love my husband. He can be thoughtful and considerate, and rarely goes into a store without bringing something out for me. He’ll go into WaWa or 7-11 for example, and come out with a bag of cheese curls or a chocolate bar. Then he’ll run into Walgreens and bring out a fitness magazine.
Yeah, I know. How he hasn’t been murderized yet is a pure miracle.
I am taking it upon myself to write this letter to all husbands, though, my own included, to avoid the brutal execution of ignorant men across the planet – the ones who order you a mushroom and extra garlic pizza when you asked for plain cheese, then whine that you’re ungrateful because they brought you a “surprise” instead of what you wanted.
You’re lovely, really, and quite thoughtful, in your own way. However, there are some things you just haven’t quite grasped about living with the adult female, and in your own best interests, possibly preventing excruciating bodily harm, you really need to know these things.
1 – Do not congratulate us on how great we are doing on our diet by bringing home Krispy Kreme Donuts. Or Dunkin’ Donuts. Or Tim Horton’s Donuts. To simplify, if you are celebrating weight loss with anything that contains the word donut (or the more proper doughnut), you are doing the wrong thing.
2 – Please do not come to bed after browsing an internet “documentary” on a site that requires you to verify that you are 18 or older and expect that the average female specimen has the ability to to contort her body into such a way that she can give you a back rub, trim your nose hairs, cut your toenails, compliment your manliness, and suck her own toes. The women in your “documentaries” are aliens. No real women do those things. Not even for diamonds. Or Jaguars.
3 – “Helping” around the house when company is on the way does not mean go clean out the glove box in the car. It means scrub away the spot on the kitchen floor from the root beer you spilled not five minutes after your wife last mopped the floor, then vowed not to clean up your mess, resulting in a battle of wills your wife has been winning, until this minute when she now has to scrub that spot clean for company unless you finally do it.
4 – You are not “babysitting” when your wife has to run out to the store and you are left with your children. You are “parenting” – babysitting implies I have to pay you, feed you junk food, and book you in advance for all major holidays.
5 – You are not “parenting” if the time you spend with your children involves you propping a bottle up on the edge of your desk to feed the baby so it doesn’t interfere with the gaming controls on your video game.
6 – Lastly, if you see it in Cosmo, read it in Hustler, or gaze at it on Fit Magazine, it’s not real. Those women and the deeds they claim they do are made up. Like unicorns.
I hope I’ve saved a few lives today.