You don't know me. I'm okay with that. This is my search for insignificance.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Husband Versus Wife
My wife and I were talking in the bathroom, which is the only place since having children that we can have a private conversation. This time we weren't talking about anything major when my wife said my name. I instantly changed the subject and told her I liked when I heard my name from her lips.
She rolled her eyes, something I get a lot. Then I noted it was because I didn't think she said my name a lot. She does call to me, just not with my name.
What's that smell? (Technically that's not a name she's calling me, but I know who she is referring to.)
She also agreed that she does not use my name a lot but calls me daddy. No, not for the dirty reason you just thought of. She's normally directing our 3 children to go ask their dad for something.
But I digress, I say my wife's name a lot more than she says my name. The reason is clear. I need her a lot more than she needs me. I'm always walking around calling her name. I am pretty needy.
Jennifer, what's for supper?
Hey Jennifer, have you seen my (insert any number of things here)?
Jen, where are your kids right now?
Jennifer, can you shave my back?
In terms of significance around our house, I may lead, but the wife is clearly playing a larger role. It's realized most clearly when one of us is sick. If my wife is sick its a game of chess for me, figuring out how to get kids where they need to be, how to feed everyone. No matter how well I succeed, I will post statuses of my herculean efforts. (Fed the kids mac and cheese and managed to pack lunches with pb&j for lunch at school. #winning)
But if I'm sick? There is no noticeable difference in the daily routine. Upon my return to health, I may even thank Jen for stepping up and doing extra. She'll just look at me, furrowing her brow, wondering what was different than any other day.
I should probably keep this in my mind as I go Christmas shopping for her.