i don’t want to know
Within 10 minutes of returning home from work last night, Ali managed to not only criticize the way I was filling out Maya’s stack of 1st grade emergency forms but also insulted the dinner I labored over.
I am proud to note that I did NOT fly off the handle and instead dug deep within to find the strength to let his transgressions slide.
Why? Well because I felt a bit sorry for him. I mean, what could be worse than working all week and then having to leave for a four-day business trip that would span the weekend?
So when Ali asked if I could pack his carry-on, I swallowed my bitchy “God also gave you two hands” comment and went to work rolling 4 of the 50 pairs of identical khaki pants that were hanging in his closet.
As I packed, Ali enjoyed half a dozen Oreos interjected with his trademark thoughtless comments:
- “Don’t forget my swimming trunks. The hotel has a really nice pool.”
- “The food is supposed to be pretty good at the resort.”
- “Oh, and can you pack a casual polo as well? I’ll need something to wear after my massage.”
My husband can be so naive and clueless that sometimes I want to help him lie to me.
Help me help you Ali…help me help you!