I did a lot of important things this past week.
Things like making Ali a lunch, at his request. I made it and I put it in a bag by the front door, right next to his laptop. And then I threw the untouched lunch away when I got home from work because he forgot it.
In addition to wasting food this week, I also did a non-scheduled load of laundry so Maya could wear a particular shirt, I sourced a new dry cleaner because per Ali “The cleaner is destroying my clothes,” and I also endured numerous demos of Ali’s newest toy – the Microsoft Surface.
I did all of these things without sarcastic comments or eye rolls, I might add. Which just proves that although I incessantly complain about how I don’t like doing things for my family, I kind of don’t mind. Most of the time.
What I do mind, however, is when I ask a member of my family to do something for me and they don’t flipping move.
Example: Friday Night @ 8:30 pm
Me: Can you do me a favor and find my phone?
5 minutes goes by and Ali shows no sign of moving. Another 5 minutes and there’s still no sign of movement in the room. With the exception of my blood pressure which has shot up approximately 50 points. Faced with the choice of losing my temper or getting up to find my phone, I get up to find my phone.
Ali gets up at the same time, runs in front of me so he can reach my phone first (because now it’s apparently a race), and says: “You really need to work on your patience you know.”
Yes I do need to work on my patience – no argument there.
But the next time my husband asks me to make a lunch for him I’ll continue to play on the Microsoft Surface. When he complains that he’s getting late for work, I’ll caution him to have patience. Then, when he leaves for the office, I’ll race into the kitchen and make his lunch. That way I can just throw his lunch in the trash before I leave for work instead of after.
Sounds like a plan to me.