But we just bought one!!
Saturday, July 22nd, 2006 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouI love the Husbandly One. I love him dearly, really and truly I do,with all my heart. But you know, there are times when he quite honestly drives me bonkers, and times when I can't help but start laughing, because he, like most males of our species, can just be so darned clueless!!
Just now, for example. I'm having a chocolate jones again, so I got up for a rummage in the cupboards and, of course, no chocolate, except... okay, I settled for some Ovaltine. I pulled the milk out and thought, "Hmmm, getting a bit low, better leave enough for pancakes in the morning."
So, I made my Ovaltine, and it helped, and I'm working on data entry (TI again tonight... bummer) and the Husbandly One comes in for a bit of a snog, and to see if I need anything (another snog would be nice!)and I point to my glass and say, "I had a chocolate jones, as you can see. I tried to leave enough milk for tomorrow morning."
He stared at me for a moment, and I could see the cogs in his head turning rapidly. "Are we low?"
"Um, yes, unless you bought milk during your run this afternoon and hid it in the fridge."
"Nooooo," he says slowly, and frowns. "But... I just BOUGHT milk!"
"Three days ago, honey," I say gently.
He stared at me. "But... I just bought a GALLON!"
"Yes," I say slowly, knowing if I speak any faster, he'll suffer a brain implosion or something. "And we've been using it. Remember? We have two children." Come on, hon, I think, add it all up!
"So... we're low?"
When we were first married, conversations like this drove me crazy. There we were at the grocery store, I would say, "Oh, we're just about out of cereal, and we need dog food."
"Dog food?? But, we just bought a big bag of dog food, 40 pounds!"
I would roll my eyes and say, "Yes, three weeks ago, and the dog has been busy eating in for those three weeks! Come on!" And it would go on and on. Sometimes, I would just agree with him, because I've learned that experience is the best teacher, you know? So we'd get home, and I would later ask him to feed the dog, he'd dig into the bag and say, "Hey! We're nearly out of dog food! Why didn't you say anything?"
I would bite my tongue and say, "I did. Remember? I said we were just about out, and needed more."
"You should have just said we were out!"
"There's enough for tonight and tomorrow," I would say.
Part of the problem was the fact that though he was born in Texas, his parents weren't. They are transplanted Yankees. I, on the other hand, am from Southern stock. I've had to learn to be a bit more precise in my language with him, and he's had to learn that "just about" means...well... we are so nearly out as to make no nevermind. (See what I mean?) It's a problem of syntax, I guess.
What is funny now, is that he has learned to appreciate the way I shop since I was so ill earlier this summer. He didn't understand why I bought two of so many things. Two bags of chicken nuggets. Two jars of peanut butter. Two loaves of bread. Two bags of cheese-sticks, etc. Wouldn't one do until the next shopping trip?
What he didn't quite grasp is that both of our children are walking appetites. I swear they have hollow legs. I mean, they're both so lean, you'd never believe how much those two can eat! People must think I never feed my children, they get so ravenous! Well, being at work, he never had to deal with our walking stomachs in quite the same way I do. So, when I was on forced bed rest, you can just imagine...
"Papa, I'm hungry!"
"You're... but... we just ate breakfast ten minutes ago!! You had four pancakes, and three pieces of bacon! And juice!"
"I know, but I'm so hungry!!"
"What do you want?"
"Can I have a ham sandwich? Cheesy toast? An apple cut up? A banana..." and his eyes would cross. The minute he finished fixing that up, the other child would begin, and once he got that one taken care of, the first one was back... it went on all day, and he eventually came into the bedroom where I was trying to read and flopped down on the bed.
"Do they ever stop?"
"Stop what?"
"Eating!!"
"Um... no." I tried not to laugh outright.
"Gods! How do you get anything done??"
"I don't."
He no longer complains when I buy two, and sometimes four, of something at the grocery store!
But he still gets thrown when the milk is low after only three days!
Just now, for example. I'm having a chocolate jones again, so I got up for a rummage in the cupboards and, of course, no chocolate, except... okay, I settled for some Ovaltine. I pulled the milk out and thought, "Hmmm, getting a bit low, better leave enough for pancakes in the morning."
So, I made my Ovaltine, and it helped, and I'm working on data entry (TI again tonight... bummer) and the Husbandly One comes in for a bit of a snog, and to see if I need anything (another snog would be nice!)and I point to my glass and say, "I had a chocolate jones, as you can see. I tried to leave enough milk for tomorrow morning."
He stared at me for a moment, and I could see the cogs in his head turning rapidly. "Are we low?"
"Um, yes, unless you bought milk during your run this afternoon and hid it in the fridge."
"Nooooo," he says slowly, and frowns. "But... I just BOUGHT milk!"
"Three days ago, honey," I say gently.
He stared at me. "But... I just bought a GALLON!"
"Yes," I say slowly, knowing if I speak any faster, he'll suffer a brain implosion or something. "And we've been using it. Remember? We have two children." Come on, hon, I think, add it all up!
"So... we're low?"
When we were first married, conversations like this drove me crazy. There we were at the grocery store, I would say, "Oh, we're just about out of cereal, and we need dog food."
"Dog food?? But, we just bought a big bag of dog food, 40 pounds!"
I would roll my eyes and say, "Yes, three weeks ago, and the dog has been busy eating in for those three weeks! Come on!" And it would go on and on. Sometimes, I would just agree with him, because I've learned that experience is the best teacher, you know? So we'd get home, and I would later ask him to feed the dog, he'd dig into the bag and say, "Hey! We're nearly out of dog food! Why didn't you say anything?"
I would bite my tongue and say, "I did. Remember? I said we were just about out, and needed more."
"You should have just said we were out!"
"There's enough for tonight and tomorrow," I would say.
Part of the problem was the fact that though he was born in Texas, his parents weren't. They are transplanted Yankees. I, on the other hand, am from Southern stock. I've had to learn to be a bit more precise in my language with him, and he's had to learn that "just about" means...well... we are so nearly out as to make no nevermind. (See what I mean?) It's a problem of syntax, I guess.
What is funny now, is that he has learned to appreciate the way I shop since I was so ill earlier this summer. He didn't understand why I bought two of so many things. Two bags of chicken nuggets. Two jars of peanut butter. Two loaves of bread. Two bags of cheese-sticks, etc. Wouldn't one do until the next shopping trip?
What he didn't quite grasp is that both of our children are walking appetites. I swear they have hollow legs. I mean, they're both so lean, you'd never believe how much those two can eat! People must think I never feed my children, they get so ravenous! Well, being at work, he never had to deal with our walking stomachs in quite the same way I do. So, when I was on forced bed rest, you can just imagine...
"Papa, I'm hungry!"
"You're... but... we just ate breakfast ten minutes ago!! You had four pancakes, and three pieces of bacon! And juice!"
"I know, but I'm so hungry!!"
"What do you want?"
"Can I have a ham sandwich? Cheesy toast? An apple cut up? A banana..." and his eyes would cross. The minute he finished fixing that up, the other child would begin, and once he got that one taken care of, the first one was back... it went on all day, and he eventually came into the bedroom where I was trying to read and flopped down on the bed.
"Do they ever stop?"
"Stop what?"
"Eating!!"
"Um... no." I tried not to laugh outright.
"Gods! How do you get anything done??"
"I don't."
He no longer complains when I buy two, and sometimes four, of something at the grocery store!
But he still gets thrown when the milk is low after only three days!
