The Mister had no idea what he was in for, poor man.
And yet, we continue.
Mama Kat's prompt, Something your significant other does that makes you happy, is the inspiration for today's post...but I'm going to cheat. There's no way, at least on this date, that I can list only one thing The Mister does that makes me happy.
- The Mister tolerates me in all my Kim-ness. He puts up with my smartass attitude, my incessant questions, my addiction to news stories, and my absolute laziness about all things domestic. Lest you think I am going to change my ways and become a better person, think again - like Popeye, I yam what I yam.
- The Mister does the grocery shopping, a task I no longer have any interest in doing. Though he has a love of sales which sometimes results in food hoarding, he willingly takes my shopping list and stocks up on all the things we need.
- The Mister has had quite an impact on The Boy and his behavior, though there are days where that is not apparent. Just when I think that The Boy hasn't listened or learned a thing, he'll say something that tells me that he does care about The Mister - and that he cares what The Mister says and thinks. When The Mister was recently diagnosed with diabetes, The Boy walked up to him and in a pleading voice said, "Please don't die." And when The Boy's own father called on the phone, The Boy said, "The Mister has taken more of an interest in me than my own father has."
- The Mister listens to my endless chatter. He says that I have 50,000 words that have to come out each day - and he's happy to listen to all of them, just not all in one sitting.
- The Mister appreciates it when I do something nice for him.
- If I ask nicely, The Mister will usually put on his shirt before going outside, or before company comes - there are some things that should be unveiled just for me (and I grow weary of the neighbors' comments about his exposed midsection).
- The Mister and I bicker - and laugh - in equal parts. I'm sure our verbal sparring is misinterpreted as arguing by others, but that is usually not the case.
- Until recently, The Mister was the major breadwinner and bill payer. Since I was a single mom for a long time, I was so happy knowing that I now wouldn't have to shoulder all of the burdens. Now that I'm working, I am whipping out the checkbook more often - but it doesn't seem like the big, nasty chore it was in the past, because we're working on financial goals together.
- The Mister is very complimentary and supportive of my writing aspirations, though he sometimes nags when I'm not being as productive as I should.
- The Mister enjoys cooking, and is the breakfast cook (when we do breakfast on the weekends). He also is great at food prep and he is a willing guinea pig when I try new recipes.
- The Mister buys things I like without me having to ask for them. He keeps me supplied with Coke Zero (and before the diabetes thing, he bought me chocolate).
- The Mister is mostly patient when I remind him about portion sizes and carbs...because I want him healthy and want to be able to torment him for many years to come.
- The Mister does not wake me up when I am snoring - because he has learned that he married a woman who is really a hideous monster if my sleep is disturbed...and nobody needs that.