Polar Opposites
Greg is home and as usual we've been rushing from one chore to the next. The weather's been beautiful--and warm (sorry northern North America). We've been taking advantage of the good weather, trying to get as many outdoor jobs done while we can.
Whenever Greg is home I have to wonder what it'll be like when he's home for good. For fourteen years (out of 39), we've had a part time marriage. Sparks fly when we're reunited--and not necessarily the lovey-dovey sparks, but the fire and damnation kind of sparks.
To be fair, it was like this when we lived together too. We're both just naturally hot-tempered--him with his loud and very Italian personality, and me with my quiet "I'll kill you with my laser-vision" wrath.
When we agree on things, there is no stopping us. We can move mountains. But Lord help us when we disagree.
I've threatened several times to start a new blog series called: "What my crazy husband did THIS time". Personally, I think it would be a hit. Every time we start a project together, it never turns out the way we had planned.
For one thing, we work differently. I'm very straight-forward. We do this, and this, and this, and don't stop until we're done.
Greg is more of a, hey, I didn't know I had this tool. Cool! And, oh look, there's that frankenheimer I've been looking for, but darn, it's broke. Let me go fix this NOW because it's obviously more important than the task Maria has been planning for more than three weeks.
You get the idea.
I think my penance on earth is to keep Greg on track. I send him emails weeks in advance, telling him what's on the agenda when he gets home. I used to wing it, but I've learned the hard way that my darling husband remembers things far differently than how I thought we discussed them.
Much as his working style drives me insane, I can't fault his results. No one I know is as brilliant as he is when it comes to figuring things out--especially of the math and mechanical variety. I don't have those kind of smarts.
But lest ye think I bring nothing to the party, I pride myself on being an excellent mule...with a clipboard.
Do you work differently than your significant other? Do sparks fly for you too?
Whenever Greg is home I have to wonder what it'll be like when he's home for good. For fourteen years (out of 39), we've had a part time marriage. Sparks fly when we're reunited--and not necessarily the lovey-dovey sparks, but the fire and damnation kind of sparks.
To be fair, it was like this when we lived together too. We're both just naturally hot-tempered--him with his loud and very Italian personality, and me with my quiet "I'll kill you with my laser-vision" wrath.
When we agree on things, there is no stopping us. We can move mountains. But Lord help us when we disagree.
I've threatened several times to start a new blog series called: "What my crazy husband did THIS time". Personally, I think it would be a hit. Every time we start a project together, it never turns out the way we had planned.
For one thing, we work differently. I'm very straight-forward. We do this, and this, and this, and don't stop until we're done.
Greg is more of a, hey, I didn't know I had this tool. Cool! And, oh look, there's that frankenheimer I've been looking for, but darn, it's broke. Let me go fix this NOW because it's obviously more important than the task Maria has been planning for more than three weeks.
You get the idea.
I think my penance on earth is to keep Greg on track. I send him emails weeks in advance, telling him what's on the agenda when he gets home. I used to wing it, but I've learned the hard way that my darling husband remembers things far differently than how I thought we discussed them.
Much as his working style drives me insane, I can't fault his results. No one I know is as brilliant as he is when it comes to figuring things out--especially of the math and mechanical variety. I don't have those kind of smarts.
But lest ye think I bring nothing to the party, I pride myself on being an excellent mule...with a clipboard.
Do you work differently than your significant other? Do sparks fly for you too?
Comments
You can always text him instructions. Who cares if he's in the same room? lol
I don't have an S.O. but my Dad is pretty handy with his frankenheimer and always loses his way to the goal line. However, our lawn vehicles are the pride of the street outfitted with all kinds of contraptions. Even a utility plug for his weed wacker. (Oh yes.)
I'll be glad when we can go back just so I don't have to figure out the plumbing on my own.
I often tell him that if he dies first, I'm going to have the mother of all garage sales. Men will be lining down the road to see what kind of tools Greg left behind.
That Man will start things, bless his heart, but will leave things unfinished. Ask him to sweep the floor and he'll do it, leaving the pile swept into a corner. Going the extra step to get the dust pan... Sigh.
I definitely think you've got something with that blog series :)
This made me laugh. Hubby and I usually see things pretty much the same way. We do start shouting when hubby is tired, which is often lately since they're short-handed at work. Bring on the next holiday ;)
When something needs doing, we do it thank heavens. lol. :)
There's nothing worse than a man who won't commit.