Friday, October 19, 2012
Third Trimester Romance
About four short months ago I found one on sale at Lowes and brought it home thinking that my wife would be impressed with my initiative. Four long months later, the dishwasher had become a piece of furniture in the sun room, greeting her every day as she walked inside, (I barely noticed it). The dishwasher spoke to her, Hello Anne, go ahead and set your pocket book on me! Look at all this mail I’ve collected, (I hear it with an English accent). Hardly a day passed without her asking me a simple question, a six word sentence I have come to loathe: Have you called about the dishwasher?
So I took matters into my own hands. Installed the dishwasher you ask? No, I called a guy, and he installed the dishwasher. Yesterday I came home with flowers in one hand and dishwasher detergent in the other. We ordered Chinese food and enjoyed a romantic dinner at the table with the enchanting sounds of power tools buzzing in the background. At 10pm our handyman came up from air….mission accomplished; I can proudly outsource my position as dishwasher to the mechanical box under the counter.
Our house, our lives, and our relationship are undergoing many changes, from the insignificant and slight variations, to the big time, game changing, scary as hell variety. Last night's dinner was a perfect example, as it is definitely not what I would have envisioned as a romantic evening when we began dating four years ago...it is much better.