For the first time in my 10-year relationship, my husband is out of work. Of course I'm nervous about making ends meet, but we're two days into this new set-up and I'm shocked and a little nervous to say out loud -- I absolutely love it. Nothing lights a fire under a man's ass like being married to a woman who makes all the money.
Guest Blogger Maria: I'm now the bread winner in my family and my husband is home manning the household. I thought it would piss me off that he got to stay home, hang out with the kid and catch up on "Gossip Girl" episodes while I dragged my butt to work.
But yesterday when I came home, my apartment was completely overhauled. After years -- long and very cluttered years -- the tasks I've been begging my husband to complete were done, or at least started. In fact, he asked me to give him ideas of what he could do tomorrow! I suggested getting a toothbrush holder and shower caddy from Bed, Bath and Beyond and he said, "Sure." I thought I misheard him and added Q-tips to the list, but he's really going. Alone. To Bed, Bath and Beyond.
His mood is amazing. He even asked me what I needed from the grocery store. Note that in the past the only reason he ever walked through those automatic doors was for beer ... and maybe bacon. For the first time in his life he actually bought tampons! (No word yet on the condoms, but now that I actually want to have sex with him, he should consider purchasing those too!) He opened all the mail, paid all the bills AND told me of his extensive plans to organize the garage -- a place that was such a mess I had tuned out the fact that we even had one in the first place.
So, I'd like to declare that having a husband with no job can be a great perk of this terrible, fledging economy. I will also say this ... as much as I love him for all that he's doing to improve our hectic lives and get us on track, his ass better get a j.o.b. by then end of the month or he's dead to me.