It’s Friday! Welcome to ‘The Chronicles of a Reluctant Housewife’ where I document my love/hate relationship with my current occupation.
I have noticed a trend lately of wives offering advice about being a good wife. This makes me uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing wifey/marriage stories. I don’t always relate to them, but I do love reading them. Where I get uncomfortable is when a story is prefaced (or concluded) with statements like, “…this/that is what makes me the best wife.”
I’m not denying that the writer probably is the best wife to her husband, but this kind of writing lends itself to a ‘I’m doing right, you’re doing it wrong’ type reading. Maybe that’s just me. It doesn’t help that many of these stories come from women married for less than five years. I don’t know, I think you are still a bit of a newlywed at that point. Maybe you have been together for the better part of a decade before you got married, but still.
That being said, let me relate a story about what makes our marriage work. This is in no way a prescription as I truly believe that no one knows what makes a marriage tick except the people in it. Case in point, my parents. I have a feeling that their marriage is very different from mine. It kind of has to be as they have 29 years on us. Regardless, I have no idea what goes on there but it seems to work. However, that doesn’t mean I am taking notes.
A key characteristic in our marriage is silliness. This may be because I have a very stubborn silliness streak, but nonetheless. This is not scheduled silliness. It just kind of happens. As the best silliness does. Again, case in point, our impromptu silent dance-off on public transportation last night. I’m not sure how it all started, but the highlights were some serious strutting on an Underground platform. I won’t lie, there was definitely some ‘step-ball-changes’ and maybe even a few ‘jazz hands’ and not a little hip shaking. It continued onto the bus and the walk home from the bus stop.
It abruptly stopped when I was almost run down by a scooter without its lights on. ‘Run down’ might be a little dramatic. It was a scooter after all.
All this silliness can come at a cost. It took extra long to get home with all the dance ‘break outs’ and not to mention the earlier after-work drinks. The dinner I planned was not going to happen, but I magically procured some delicious Chinese from the take-away on the corner.
…and that’s what makes me a great wife!!!