Here is the second installment of my blog series for Venture Galleries, and I hope it saves a few well-meaning, but typical men from countless hours of torture from their wonderful, hardworking wives.
One touch is all it took.
A hand on the shoulder would have done it.
She had all the power, and all the anger, and she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of being the one to make up first.
Walking into Starbucks for her morning Soy, Nonfat Mocha after Kindergarten drop-off, Jude was so engrossed in the events of last night, and the search for her debit card in her purse that she bumped into the person holding the door open for her.
Jude was surprised to see she had run into another Kindergartener mother – the one with the long salt-and-pepper hair.
“Oh, I’m sorry, how silly of me. I wasn’t paying attention. Thank you.” Jude said as both women walked to the back of the line.
“No worries,” replied the woman. “Having one of those mornings?”
“Yes!” was Jude’s exasperated response.
“Sorry to hear it,” the woman said. “Maybe the firefighters coming to school later this morning will take your mind off your troubles.”
“Oh My Gosh, I forgot all about that!” said Jude, sighing heavily.
The front of the line reached, they both ordered their respective drinks, and headed for the only available table, and with smiles, agreed to share it.
“How could you forget about the firefighters, most of the moms have been looking forward to their visit all week,” the other mother said with a sly smile.
“I know, right,” Jude replied. “It’s just my stupid husband.”
“Uh-oh”
Bursting at the seems to commiserate with a comrade, Jude explained, “You know, is it too much to ask for him to help with the chaos at bedtime by clearing the table and putting the dishes in the dishwasher? But, getting him to do just that one little thing is like pulling teeth! He just plops down on the couch after dinner, watching ‘Pawn Stars’, while I have to get baths done, and get the girls in bed,” Jude spewed in one breath, then sighed. “Last night, I was tired, and asked again if he could just help me out this one time while I got the girls ready for bed, and we got into a fight, because he wouldn’t do it.”
Jude took a sip from her Mocha, and asked, “Does your husband help with the dishes?”
The woman took her time with a sip of her French Roast before she replied calmly…(Read on)
Mary Kathryn Johnson
Author ~ Entrepreneur ~ Mom
