My hubby is a smart guy. Very intelligent, good common sense, analytical and generally a good problem solver. So, when he does stuff that makes no sense, I have to wonder….. what happened?! But, as some women tell me, it seems to be a male trait. One that is innate, that molds them into who they are, one that seems to be recurring throughout life and seems to be shared among men.
One of these traits is the inability to find things. I’ve actually blogged about this before (HERE and HERE) but it happened again recently AND this time, I had a witness (which doesn’t usually happen).
Two weekends ago our AC stopped working on a nice sticky 95 degree day (it was perfect timing actually.. since it was the weekend before I went away for work!). So, during our first step of assessing the problem, we start with the thermostat. We reset it and we change the batteries but nothing seems to get the AC running. So, hubby goes to the drawer in our kitchen that holds all the instruction manuals… you know this drawer, the one men don’t ever visit?! Well, he spends 5 minutes rifling through the papers. I watch from across the kitchen. His friend (who happens to be over) watches him from 2 feet away. He slams the drawer… “it’s not in here” he declares. I quietly stand up, walk to the drawer, open the drawer, pick up the instruction book from the very front and hand it to him. His friend then says “didn’t you once blog about this?” and I reply “yes, and I’m glad you were here to see just how bad it really is!”. Needless to say, the instruction book didn’t help us and we had to call a professional. And, thankfully hubby got everything fixed before I returned from my trip….. trust me, the last thing you want, is to deal with a 6 month pregnant women with no AC on a 100 degree day!
Another one of these traits that just happened yesterday is a man’s inability to properly utilize a list. I’ve blogged before that I’m a list maker and that hubby has an aversion to my lists. I’ve also blogged before about his grocery store excursions and how it becomes excruciating obvious to me that it’s just easier to go myself.
Well yesterday, hubby wanted to run out to get himself some soda (he has a sick Diet Pepsi addiction – it’s one of the few things that will actually drive him to visit a food store). So he says to me, “I’m gonna run out and grab some soda, do you want anything?”. So, after some contemplation, I think to myself… there are probably a few things he could buy for me without much extra work and without much confusion….. So, out loud, I respond “Where are you gonna go? If it’s the grocery store, I could use a few things.” And then, I run to grab a piece of paper to make a list. I actually put thought into it and I only right down stuff that I’ll need this week and that’s easy to find in the store(remember I’ve been away for work, so our food stash is depleted to very little… and since I’m pregnant there are a few necessities). I come up with 6 items:
So off he goes… and with only 1 phone call home to confirm the # of yogurts, he makes it back quickly and puts away all the items in the kitchen – SUCCESS! (or so I thought).
Fast forward to this morning.
I toast my bagel and I go into the fridge to find the cream cheese. Hmmmmm… it’s not in the drawer where it usually is. So I think maybe he put it on one of the shelves. I move the milk… no cream cheese. I shift around the leftovers to see in the back….. no cream cheese. I open the drawer again (maybe I missed it), I move the butter, then the American cheese… still no cream cheese. So I give up and I call hubby at work. “Hi Hon, did you buy cream cheese?”….. silence…… “Oh crap, no.” “But it was on the list?”. “Yeah, I know, but I didn’t get any”.
May I take a moment to remind everyone right now that there were 6 items on the list!
“Ok, thanks babe… I guess I’ll put butter on my bagel…………..”
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