Men. What would we do without them? I can tell you that without my man, life would be a whole lot duller--Chase brings so much laughter, silliness, and spontaneity into our relationship. Being married to him is the biggest blessing God has given me, and I wouldn't trade one day with him for Gigi Hadid's entire wardrobe--no, no, I'm not exaggerating, I really do love him that much. However, I have come to realize that without my husband, there would be one noticeable difference: my house would be so much tidier. I am sure many of you ladies can relate with me when I say that men are messy.
Now guys, I don't mean to say that your business, work schedule, or even your office at work isn't organized, but let's be honest...how messy is your desk at home? When you undress at the end of the day, where do your clothes end up? And when you make a sandwich, do you put everything away--yes, even the bread?
As the women in your lives we often hear that you "like things neat" and "I'm organized,"--again, to the world it may be true--but at home, we know how you like to let your hair down, and we have something to say about it. It is not out of anything but love that we bring to your attention the fact that at home you are a miniature natural disaster in our shared space. But I think this letter will help you understand why:
Dear Tornados,
It has come to our attention that somewhere between the days of courtship and marriage, your neat and tidy habits that we were so pleasantly surprised by having seemed to fade into nonexistence. Remember the days when it would have horrified you if we walked into your home and were stared in the face by a pile of dirty clothes strewn across the floor--and multiple other surfaces--or a mountain of dirty cereal bowls, with the "Frosted Flakes" still clinging on for dear life, lining the countertops? Because I do.
Now it seems that a kitchen table full of mail and paperwork, an office we can barely summon the courage to enter, and an empty hamper standing resolute, surrounded by dirty T-Shirts and socks is no more unexpected than the rising of the sun each morning. Well, that and the empty coffee mugs standing with their cereal-encrusted counterparts--two inches from the sink.
However, breakfast isn't half as scary as when midday on a Saturday rolls around. With so many options for lunch, and the chance to experiment with your master sandwich making skills--dad I've been talking to mom and I'm looking at you--we can only imagine it will be the stuff of nightmares when we enter the kitchen and survey the damage.
Now, now, don't take this too much to heart. At the end of the day, we are thankful for the hard work you put in at the grind every week, and we love you more than we could ever tell you in a lifetime. But...maybe next time you're sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling that sweaty gym sock off your man feet, could you make sure it makes it all the way into the hamper?
Sincerely,
You're Super-Fine Wives
