I want a wife for Christmas…
This may sound strange, but what I’d really like for Christmas is a wife. I want a Donna Reed type wife, one who knows how hard I work and does what she can to make my life a little easier. Of course, we’ve come a long way since Donna Reed, but I can still fantasize, can’t I? Think how wonderful it would be to have a genuine help mate. If Donna Reed was living in my house I wouldn’t spend all day at my computer; then try to find edible food in my mostly empty refrigerator. Not only would Donna do the grocery shopping and run my never-ending list of errands, she would have my dinner on the table when I turned off my computer at the end of the day. I would have clean clothes to wear. I wouldn’t have to wonder what to get people for Christmas, nor would I be stuck with all the shopping and writing out Christmas cards.
My husband will never be Donna Reed. He is totally clueless about Christmas. He wouldn’t know what to buy people, and he couldn’t wrap a Christmas gift if his life depended on it. He is equally clueless about writing out Christmas card. (Sigh) Sometimes I wonder if he plays dumb so he doesn’t have to do any of it. Because I am a wife it is all taken care of. All he has to do is show up for Christmas and unwrap his gifts, and have Christmas dinner, NONE of which he volunteered to prepare while our family was discussing what each of us should bring.
They say behind every successful man is a woman. Duh!
Merry Christmas!
Charlotte
December 18th, 2007 at 9:20 pm
AMEN! My hubs wouldn’t know what to do, still doesn’t know what to do and has no desire to learn what to do. GAH!
December 20th, 2007 at 7:02 pm
My husband helps with almost everything throughout the year but there must be some “man law” about Christmas.
I’m lucky if he does the shopping for my gift!!! I remember one Christmas I actually made a list of what stores to shop in, what to purchase, and exactly where in the store the items were located. Talk about challenged!
Merry Christmas to all!
January 2nd, 2008 at 12:40 am
I must be lucky. OK, so he waits till the last second to shop for me, but he does, and the last couple years I didn’t wonder what he was thinking when he bought it. So, he’s getting better.
I do have to brag that HE is the one that cooks the holiday meals. I also rarely cook on weekends because he loves to cook and is good at it. Now, if I could get him to understand the washer/dryer and dishwasher too, I’d be really happy!!