There’s so much work involved in just
pretending to look like being a functional adult, it’s common to feel over-worked and under-appreciated. There’s a lot of aspects to adult life that really suck. Taking care of the bills, the trash, the dirty dishes, the piles of laundry. Cleaning up messes, picking up toys, and wiping up spills. Filling out the never-ending-Godforsaken work forms, the relentless (and often pointless) data collection sheets, the before-work and after-work and lunchtime meetings. Dealing with the idiot co-workers and the idiot bosses and the idiot customers and doing all of these things without losing your shit. Day. After. Day.
Being a successful grown-up person requires a crapload of work. But, being a successful married individual requires even more.
Each person has their own way of doing things and their own viewpoints about what things are high priority and what is completely and utterly unimportant (generally there is an inverse relationship between Partner A’s List of All Things Important compared with Partner B’s). Negotiating with each other, without compromising your values and sense of self, requires a delicate balance and a lot of
alcohol patience. It’s worth it, though, when we’ve found The One. Having a companion who we cherish and admire, who loves and adores us right back, flaws and all, is one of the best things on the planet. Out of everyone on this Earth, the one person we most want to appreciate us, and all of our hard work, is our spouse.
Which often leads us to conversations like these:
SCENARIO 1: As I’m changing my daughter’s diaper I say to my spouse, “Oh my God, I just got poop on my hand! Quick, hand me a wipe!”
TEAMWORK: Spouse jumps up deftly and passes me a baby wipe faster than you can say, “Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew” five times fast.
COMPETITIVE EDGE: After handing me the wipe, Spouse casually mentions, “I had WAY more poop on me yesterday morning. She pooped on me, explosively, when I took off her diaper”.
SCENARIO 2: My spouse wakes up in the morning and complains, “I’m so tired”.
TEAMWORK: I feel badly about the fact that Spouse’s day is already starting out so rough, so I go downstairs and make a protein shake for Spouse to take for breakfast.
COMPETITIVE EDGE: …but not before I letting Spouse know how much more tired I am first, “I’m soooooo tired. The kids got up three times and I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I’ve been up since 2:30 a.m.”.
SCENARIO 3: After the birth of our second child (and nine solid months of reflux) I told my spouse, “I’m so glad I don’t have heartburn anymore!”
TEAMWORK: “Yeah. Heartburn really sucks,” spouse says, nodding in support.
COMPETITIVE EDGE: Spouse then adds, “especially when it’s so bad you have to go to the E.R.” (spouse did). “By yourself” (spouse did). “I know, I feel badly about that,” I concede. It doesn’t stop there. “You went out to coffee with your friends” (I did….ok maybe I really met them for a beer. But, shhh don’t tell him). (Spouse’s heart was just fine).
SCENARIO 4: A lot of things need to be taken care of in a household. Yard work. Cleaning. Finances. Blah blah blah. Boring stuff that makes you sometimes wish you were a kid again, until you remember that as an adult you can purchase alcohol and no one can stop you from eating nothing but nacho cheese Doritos for dinner, if you really want to. Adulthood means Freedom! Unfortunately the road to freedom is paved with endless chores.
TEAMWORK: We each have “our” jobs we do around house. We divide and conquer, and we do so quite well. We each have our own things we care about – so that means that everything gets cared for. For example, I care about the kitchen (dishes put away, counters clean, everything in its place) and the laundry (everything clean and folded and put away each week) and the family fun factor (fun, silly and engaging interactions). My spouse cares about the finances (long term savings, how much we spend on the electric bill), safety of us and our possessions (doors locked, garage door shut) and the yard.
COMPETITIVE EDGE: I’m quite sure we subconsciously sabotage each other’s efforts at times, Spouse leaves 700 (give or take) dirty dishes on the counter directly above the dishwasher each week and always leaves the hand towel on the counter, instead of hanging it back up on the towel rack. I leave the lights on, in every room, you can retrace my path by following the lit bulbs. Spouse insists (wrongly) that watching television is an interactive event. I spend hundreds of dollars over budget on frivolous things, then complain that I don’t make enough money. He leaves his folded laundry piled up on the folding table until it reaches the ceiling. I may or may not sometimes leave the front door unlocked (and possibly gaping open). This type of subversive competition is the ultimate test of marriage strength: can we, as a couple, deal with the other’s laxity without cracking?
SCENARIO 5: At a certain point in a marriage, there are no secrets left. Personal grooming that used to happen behind closed doors becomes more of a shared experience. Over time, people just get more comfortable with one another. And, at least for people like us, we also tend to get more hairy.
TEAMWORK: One spouse shaves the other’s neck, and back, and fields the question, “Is my back getting really hairy?” with, “Oh, it doesn’t matter”. One spouse plucks the other’s eyebrow(s). One spouse gets pregnant and the other needs to help shave her legs ….and stuff…that can no longer be reached. One spouse clogs every drain with the constant shedding of Chewbacca-like tresses, while the other spouse cleans the clogs out on a regular basis.
COMPETITIVE EDGE: No solid couple can resist letting the other know, “Your moustache needs to be waxed”, or “Your eyebrows are starting to connect to your back hair”.
The ultimate measure of a good marriage is whether or not you love the person you are united with more than you are annoyed by them. If you happen to have that much affection for the one you spend almost all of your personal time with, you are really a lucky duck. I’m one of those luckies.
“I love you”, my spouse always says. So naturally my usual reply is, “I love you more”.
You know I want to hear your marriage teamwork/competition scenarios. Let me hear ’em!