I’m sure my wife is not unlike every other man’s wife in that she doesn’t need to say anything to talk me out of doing something. It is the look she gives me that makes me feel it is my idea not to do something. It almost is as if she is saying, “Why yes Ryan, why don’t you go ahead and buy that 80-inch LCD flat screen television,” and at the same time shaking her head no.
When my wife decided to go on this trip she asked me if I wanted to go. I could tell that she was only asking to be courteous and the correct response should be, “No, honey. I would prefer to stay home with our youngest daughter while you go.” There were those little hints that I picked up on like “Wow, this is going to be expensive,” and “You know, the schedule looks like everything is going to be rushed and we won’t be staying at any of the parks very long.” Without telling me I can’t go, she gently guided me into making the decision not to go. It was pure genius on her part.
I must admit, there was some trepidation about being home with and taking care of my youngest daughter. As I have explained before – neither one of us are morning people and both of us tend to be a wee bit grumpy (slight understatement). I was worried I would lose my cool because she lost her cool; my daughter was only worried that I would lose my cool because she doesn’t think she does anything wrong; and my wife was worried we would pull each other’s hair out. As it turns out, neither of us were grumpy. I did have one little hiccup in the taking care of her part of my time with her. The very first day were alone, I got a call from the school that my youngest had a toothache. I promptly (about two hours later because I almost forgot) took some medicine to the school. When she walked into the office, I immediately asked, “Did I let you go to school wearing that?” She just looked up at me and grinned. I made sure she was dressed a lot better the rest of the week, almost. We had one other incident where she had to go to a meeting with me. I made sure she was wearing nice jeans and a shirt. As we get closer to where I need to be, I look down at her feet and see that she is wearing flip flops (with socks) in 30-degree weather.
At first I was a little jealous that my wife was going to the mouse’s house and trading the 30-degree temperatures for 80-degrees plus. That jealousy melted away one phone call after another. She was chaperoning eight teenage girls – need I say more? It was one drama-filled episode after another. Plus, my wife and oldest were arguing the entire trip and my mother-in-law went with them. I think I got the better end of the deal.
God may have saved me from that torture, but I am still praying for the 80-inch LCD flat screen television. I’m hoping that one will be answered.
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