Helping Hands

Read this today on a reposted Facebook post– this is one I plan to share with the Hubby, cause yeah….

I do not help my wife.

A friend came to my house for coffee, we sat and talked about life. At some point in the conversation, I said, “I’m going to wash the dishes and I’ll be right back.”

He looked at me as if I had told him I was going to build a space rocket. Then he said to me with admiration but a little perplexed: “I’m glad you help your wife, I do not help because when I do, my wife does not praise me. Last week I washed the floor and no thanks.”

I went back to sit with him and explained that I did not “help” my wife. Actually, my wife does not need help, she needs a partner. I am a partner at home and through that society are divided functions, but it is not a “help” to do household chores.

I do not help my wife clean the house because I live here too and I need to clean it too.

I do not help my wife to cook because I also want to eat and I need to cook too.

I do not help my wife wash the dishes after eating because I also use those dishes.

I do not help my wife with her children because they are also my children and my job is to be a father.

I do not help my wife to wash, spread or fold clothes, because the clothes are also mine and my children.

I am not a help at home, I am part of the house. And as for praising, I asked my friend when it was the last time after his wife finished cleaning the house, washing clothes, changing bed sheets, bathing her children, cooking, organizing, etc. You said thank you

But a thank you of the type: Wow, sweetheart !!! You are fantastic!!!

Does that seem absurd to you? Are you looking strange? When you, once in a lifetime, cleaned the floor, you expected in the least, a prize of excellence with great glory … why? You never thought about that, my friend?

Maybe because for you, the macho culture has shown that everything is her job.

Perhaps you have been taught that all this must be done without having to move a finger? Then praise her as you wanted to be praised, in the same way, with the same intensity. Give her a hand, behave like a true companion, not as a guest who only comes to eat, sleep, bathe and satisfy needs … Feel at home. In his house.

The real change of our society begins in our homes, let us teach our sons and daughters the real sense of fellowship! “

Summer Lovin’

drink-with-pineapple-cherry-and-cocktail-umbrella-near-oceanAh! Summer vacation is finally here! I’m only a few days in but already feel like I have accomplished some things (including updating my long neglected blog….)

One of the true perks of teaching is these few weeks we have off in the summer. Of course those not in education are quick to point out how “lazy” teachers are, etc. Um yeah. We cram 12 months worth of work into 10, we deal with unruly kids and even unrulier parents, we are evaluated based on students’ test scores… Trust me, it is in everyone’s best interest to give us some time to recharge. Not to mention, those not in education also are not aware of how much training and planning teachers do over summer break– it’s not all beach trips and umbrella drinks, people!

quicheSomething I like to do during time off from school is try new recipes that I do not have energy to make during the school year. This AM I tried one that I saw on Facebook last week. I finally tracked it down and saved it to Pinterest– Sweet Potato Crust Quiche. I will tell you I used too much sun dried tomato (if there is such a thing!), so mine wasn’t really “eggy” at all– but it was still really good!

While we are talking about food, Hubby and I had an INCREDIBLE meal the other night. We went to a Japanese restaurant we have been meaning to try for, oh, I don’t know, 7 years or something ridiculous! Anyhoo– it was AMAZING! I had an avocado roll for an appetizer and Hubs had some pork dumplings– both DELISH! My main was an adventure for me– I tried yakisoba (stir-fried ramen with chicken, cabbage, and onions, topped with seaweed and scallions). I. LOVE. IT! Can’t wait to go back!

IMG_5987.JPGMiss Priss and I have also been having some fun. Her BFF spent last Thursday night, so for her first FULL day of break we went to Jump Jam, Chick-Fil-A, and to see Boss Baby. She and I have also played approximately a million games of Life. Yesterday we moved to some card games as well, now having enjoyed some heated games of Go Fish and King on the Corner.

She is also enjoying “sketching” and drawing, and often challenges me to contests. We had some fun a few weeks ago drawing silly pictures.

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How cute is Fudge the cat?! (Don’t be hating on Linda with the Lopsided Lips!)

Room 101

Hubby recently introduced me to the British show, Room 101. On this show, 3 panelists (usually comedians and/or actors) try to convince the host (currently Frank Skinner) to put their pet hates/ fears in to Room 101.

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Here is the description from Wikipedia:

Room 101 is a BBC comedy television series based on the radio series of the same name, in which celebrities are invited to discuss their pet hates and persuade the host to consign those hates to oblivion in Room 101, a location whose name is inspired by the torture room in the novel Nineteen Eighty-Four which reputedly contained “the worst thing in the world”. George Orwell himself named it after a meeting room in Broadcasting House where he would sit through tedious meetings.

It’s pretty funny– especially when panelists pick really obscure things. Last night we watched an episode in which cyclists in lycra were put into Room 101 (I wholeheartedly support this!) and also cats (which I beyond disagree with)… So this AM I have been thinking about items I would nominate for admission to Room 101.

My list:

  1. Mushrooms- Everything about them grosses me out– their texture, smell, taste, etc. I mean, who initially saw these pesky things growing and though- “Oh hey, these look and feel bizarre… Let’s eat!”
  2. My dishwasher- If I run it one more time and the little soap door doesn’t open, I swear to God you will find it in my front yard!
  3. Donald Trump- I don’t think any explanation is really necessary.
  4. Plaque- I hate flossing.
  5. Turtlenecks- Why wear a shirt that feels like someone has their hands clasped around your throat?

I have a feeling this could be an ongoing post… I am sure over the next week I will come up with many more ideas for the Room… What about you? What would you nominate for Room 101?

TGIALW!

Thank God It’s a LONG Weekend!

Whew. I am tired. SO glad there is an extra day to recover…

Yesterday was a range of emotions and activities… I began the day at a funeral for a long-time family friend… So sad, especially as it was totally unexpected and sudden. (Her death, not the actual funeral…)* It was cold and rainy and overcast and depressing… as funeral weather should be, I guess.
(* Nervous comedy = coping mechanism)

From there I dashed to pick up Miss Priss and drop her off at her BFF’s house for a sleepover. Next I dashed again to a HS in a neighboring county to watch my 2 high school colorguards compete. Normally these contests are an all day event for me, but what with the funeral and tickets to see BON JOVI that night… I couldn’t stay the whole day.

As soon as group #2 performed I was back in the car and beginning my 3 hr trek to my JML’s house. From there it was concert time!

I have seen Bon Jovi MANY times. And this concert was good, don’t get me wrong. But Bon Jovi without Richie is missing something. The new guitar guy looks like a muppet, and everything seemed “squeaky” to me. Perhaps it is because I just LOVE Richie, and am a bit bitter, but I don’t think that is it. Regardless, I had minimal voice left upon leaving and was thrilled to have had the invitation to attend. Plus time with JM is always needed and much welcomed.

Now JML is one of the cohorts of the before written about beach trip which led to several entries I treated as a parenting memoir. (Side note: AVM was greatly missed this weekend…) Well, the parenting adventures seem to continue as E2 is now potty training. JM is using the tried and true method of allowing him to just be pants-free around the house… Which is an interesting sight to wake up to for sure… esp when one is not used to little boys… Needless to say much hilarity ensued as he kept accidentally brushing his bare booty (and other bare parts) against me…. Bless.

Speaking of hilarity…. Picture it, last night, midnightish, 2 exhausted and starving ladies in a minivan pull up to the Krystals drive-thru, and as the worker inside opens the window to collect our money…. BAM! Smacks the shit out of the side mirror… Cue insane laughter, and the driver saying, “Oh, should I pull up?” I have no doubt Krystals workers see some crazy stuff and ridiculously drunk people. We were not those people, but I have no doubt he thought we were.

Laughter that cannot be stopped and causes your eyes to leak uncontrollably is the BEST laughter.

snort(This happened also…vicious cycle, really)