Not too long ago, someone (we’ll call her Anonymous) made a comment along the lines of: if I couldn’t make my husband a sandwich then I shouldn’t have gotten married.
Talk about stating the obvious.
I mean, of course Ali should have known better than to marry me. For so many reasons, the least of which is my lack of cooking skills / dislike for cooking.
Still Anonymous, I’ll allow that when I make the flipping sandwich, I do so grudgingly. And truthfully? I couldn’t, for the longest time, quite put my finger on why.
Until last week, that is.
When Ali made his way back to NYC after 12 days away on “business.” And proceeded to send me an instant message from one room away (hate that) requesting a lunch (hate that) on a day we were both working from home (hate that too).
I silently cursed. But as I slapped some turkey between two slices of bread I thought of your comment and wondered why Ali’s request felt like such an imposition.
And here’s what I came up with:My husband has an MBA. So why can’t he slap turkey between two slices of bread?
And here’s what I also came up with:
I will make the sandwich. Sometimes, when the stars are aligned, I’ll even slice an apple and put it on the side! But I will be annoyed about it. The whole process. I will probably curse. But it will get done. Ali knows that. I know that.
The system works for us Anonymous. It works.